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pairing jungkook x fem reader

synopsis a continuation of love lost part one, ie the events leading up to part one taking place/when jungkook proposes that you take part in a threesome you're caught off guard and deny his proposal, but you know and he knows you’ll eventually give in.

warnings jungkook is BEYOND scummy in this one, coercion, LOTS of talk about sex (this is not an exaggeration,) threesome, sexual manipulation, failed attempt to force a threesome, brief sexual assault(?) (it was an unexpected kiss that was not much appreciated nor liked,) insecure y/n, same sex sex scenes, smut, angsty if you squint, hoseokishere, namjoonishereaswell, dead dove do not eat !!!!

read me finally spun back to this one ! part one and two can be read as a stand alones, this is 20k words… please leave a like/note and or comment lastly... ENJOY !

You sighed in relief as you finally pushed open your front door, you’d been struggling for a few minutes to press the correct keypad input with your hands full. Once the wooden door swung open, you were ready to drop the heavy bags into the opening to relieve the burning ache from your hands, pausing when you see Jungkook sitting there putting on his shoes. Frowning you stepped over him, he didn’t acknowledge busy with his other shoe. “Are you going out? It’s late.” You called out to him, hastily putting the warm milk into the fridge, if you were lucky the milk wouldn’t spoil. It's not your fault. Summer was quickly fading into fall, the temperature drops came faster than expected and you were not prepared for it. The milk had to pay the price for your unreadiness as did your gas, due to the heat in your car blasting the entire way home.

“Yeah, me and the guys are gonna grab a bite at Choi’s.” He replies standing to his full height he pats his pockets double checking he has everything.

You pause, letting the fridge door slide closed, “Choi’s?” You scoff, reminiscent of a laugh, “babe where are you getting Choi money from?” You question staring at him through your kitchen window. “don’t tell me your idol career came back to life.” You snigger behind your hand as he flips you off. “No, but seriously, you can’t eat out at Choi’s, Jungkook.” You tell him, resuming your actions of putting the groceries away.

“Baby, it's just a one time thing, I’ll be back.”

“Jungkook, I’m not kidding around. We barely have the money to pay to live in this apartment and you want to go eat at a high restaurant? Are you out of your mind?” He sighs, closing his eyes.

“Why do you always do this?” He mumbles, but you hear him just fine.

You ignore the clear annoyance in his tone and instead ask, “Do what exactly?”

“Badger me like I’m some fucking kid.” At that you laugh, “why’re you laughing?”

“Because you’re not making any sense.” You shrug, “I’m being reasonable about our money, and you’re not.” He comes into the kitchen silently watching you organize the freezer foods. You eye him when you stand up, his jaw is set and his arms are folded.

An argument is brewing.

Luckily for Jungkook you’re too tired to hash it out. Softening your voice as best as you can you say, “Jungk—“

“I’m getting a tattoo, okay? Happy?” He uncrosses his folded arms motioning at you dramatically. You are relieved he’s not going to Choi’s, but not for long.

“Why’d you lie to me then?” You chuckle in uncertainty, glancing at Jungkook he tongues his inner cheek before shrugging.

“I don’t want you to come with me.” You gape at him, although this is not the first time he’s told you this, it still surprises you each time. He’s never given you solid reasons why and you usually tag along anyway. As silence falls over you two he can see the cogs turning in your head forming a question, you open your mouth to voice it, but he holds up his hand silencing you. “Baby, you just got home,” he starts, taking your hands in his own, “relax, watch a movie. I’ll be back in a few hours.” He promises, squeezing your hands, then he lets go leaving the kitchen.

“I’m not that tired,” yes you are. You were close to falling face first into the freezer moments ago. You're exhausted from working and then going grocery shopping, but you had to get it done. After all, Jungkook hadn’t done it and you asked him multiple times throughout the week to just pick up a few things you needed and he still hadn’t, conveniently always having something to do. “I’ll change and then we can go together.” You smile preparing to leave the kitchen, but he stops you by your hips, pulling you back into his chest.

“Baby,” he mumbles into your neck, “I’ll be right back, hm? Then I’ll be all yours.” The familiar heat settles in the pit of your stomach at his words, the thrumming heat steadily spreading downward at the proximity between you two.

You smirk as a thought pops into your head. “We can fuck in the car.”

“I’m getting a thigh tat, baby, that’d hurt.” He snorts pressing a kiss to your neck, you hum thumbing over the top of his watch.

“Who said anything about me riding you? You can do all the work, I’m tired, remember?” You grin craning your neck to press a chaste kiss to his lips. He drops his head back to your neck, mouthing along the skin there.

“Which is why you should stay here, Y/n.” His teeth graze your skin and you swallow a moan, this tactic won’t work on you, you need to go — you will go. You’re not particularly fond of Jana or her twin sister Hana. Though they've done the majority of your (and Jungkook’s) tattoos and they believe you’re all friends, you think differently. Hana is too touchy with Jungkook and flirty (as if you don’t exist) and her sister sees no issue with her sister doing so and laughs it off. It’s also why you haven’t gotten back to them in two years about your planned trip to Jeju. Aside from that, you don’t like the idea of Hana showing up to her sister's parlor while Jungkook is there and you’re not, because more often than not if he’s there she “randomly” shows up, even on her days off.

“No, let me change. I’ll be right back.” Jungkook sighs, letting you go to your shared bedroom to do as you said. Slipping out of your denim shorts you can’t shake the weird feeling in your gut. Jungkook would never do anything with Hana, he practically laughs in her face when she flirts with him, and for Jana it’s no different although she’s never made a move on him in your presence. She has more respect for your relationship than her sister. You'll give her that. But still want you to go because you’re pretty sure when Jungkook schedules an appointment for a new tattoo or a piercing Jana tells Hana, it's by no means a coincidence that she randomly comes to the shop when he’s there. But Jungkook wouldn’t do anything, you know that. Even if you’ve drifted apart in the last few years you’ve both remained faithful and with the recent arguments you two have been getting into —which results in no apologies and angry sex— that achievement deserves its own appreciation.

Stepping back into the living room Jungkook is nowhere to be seen. Confused, you move to the bathroom, but he’s not there either. He didn’t leave you, no, he wouldn’t do that, right? Not when you so clearly told him you wanted to go. You reach for your phone ready to curse Jungkook out as his name flashes on your screen.

Answering, you prepare to yell at him, but he beats you to it, “It's cold, I'm warming up the car, come down when you’re ready, baby.” You close your mouth expelling the breath that was saved for shouting allowing your anger to fade away at his thoughtfulness.

“I’m coming now.”

The familiar scent of mangos and that unbearable ‘clean’ smell hits your nostrils as soon as you step into Jana’s parlor, the bell above the door chiming. “Hey.” Jana greets Jungkook unable to see you behind his broad frame, she sounds far too friendly for your liking and you step into view making your presence known. Her grin slightly falters as her gaze shifts behind him to you. “Oh... Y/n!” She tries to convey that same friendly tone, but it's evident it's forced. You ignore her sitting into the black rolling chair next to the reception desk. No one’s here, but you three you notice. Glancing up at the black clock on the wall you know why; it's past closing time. It's ten, the shop closes at seven. The uneasy feeling is back as your mind makes up the worst case scenarios of why in the hell Jana is willing to do a tattoo for Jungkook three hours after closing.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Jungkook places a paper in your hands. Your confused eyes meet his, but he nods down to it and you examine the sheet, it's a sketch of a snake, its body is wrapped around what looks to be a thick pole, Jungkook explains it represents his thigh, he’s asking for your opinion.

“Which thigh are you getting it on?” He taps his left thigh, you hum deep in thought. “I think it’ll look good.” He smiles displaying his teeth, before leaning down and kissing your lips.

“Thank you baby.” You mumble a you’re welcome pulling away from him. You wouldn’t have retracted so quickly, but in your peripheral you see Jana blatantly staring at you. You relax as they start up a conversation, Jungkook sitting down on the black leather seat while Jana washes her hands, preparing to tattoo him. You scroll mindlessly on your phone for the time being, glancing up, you look back down to your phone and then the image before you processed and your head shoots back up.

“What are you doing?” The question slips out before you can fully articulate just how bothered you are by the scene before you; Jana on her knees a black cushion beneath her while Jungkook’s jeans pool around his ankles. If not for the shorts hidden by his jeans you would’ve been shouting by now.

Jana prepares the ink gun raising her brows, “What’s wrong?” You scathingly laugh.

“Why’re you on your knees?” Seeing the look Jungkook gives you you mumble the last bit, fearing you may be making a big deal of nothing — no, no the fuck you’re not. Jana is on her knees in front of your boyfriend. If this wasn’t utterly disrespectful, it's at the least unethical. You squeak out an excuse as they both stare at you expectantly, “your knees will hurt.” You murmur weakly.

“I don’t mind being on my knees for a few hours.” You don’t miss the sly grin she sends Jungkook, eyeing him through her lashes. Jungkook coughs looking away, avoiding your eyes.

What the fuck?

You open your mouth to bark out a snarky remark, but the loud whirring of the ink gun fills the other wise silent parlor and you shake it off, leaning back into the chair.

You’ve been staring, Jungkook knows you have. He’s sneaking peeks at you every few minutes just to see your unwavering stare on Jana. You don’t care if you’re playing into the jealous girlfriend act right now. You’re not okay with the position they’re in and they -especially her- need to acknowledge that. But even when Jana catches your stare she just smiles returning to her work.

You only left once to use the bathroom, Jana had moved in your absence. Before, her hand rested on the floor propping her up onto the pillow as she worked. Now, her hand that isn’t occupied by the ink gun rested on Jungkook’s bare thigh. You bit your inner cheek, drawing blood to hold back your curses, this was so incredibly wrong. The ideas you have in your head just by seeing them in this position makes you wonder what the hell Jungkook might be thinking looking down at her between his legs smiling up at him innocently while they make conversation.

Your jaw clenched so tight you’re afraid your teeth may shatter, but you can’t do anything. If you blow a gasket, Jungkook leaves with a half done tattoo, or Jana sees you and Jungkook aren’t as happy as you act in front of your friends -weakness in a relationship breeds opportunities for people like her and her sister- you can’t believe you never assumed Jana felt that way towards Jungkook. Nor considered that she would do something so provocative knowing your relationship with him.

Jungkook’s stare on you becomes increasingly judgemental when he picks up on your scowl. Initially, he thought you were intrigued by Jana’s work like any other time you two came together. You'd watch closely asking questions about every little detail although you hadn’t done that in a few months. Your lack of input into the conversation was obvious, your anger as well. His eyes leave yours as he jumps, the needle digging into his flesh as little beads of blood spill. “Ow, shit.” He reaches for the wound to cover it, but Jana swats his hands away.

“Why’re you so jumpy? You have like a thousand tattoos and don’t touch, you’ll get it infected.” She scolds him reaching for a sterilizing wipe.

“I have tattoos up here,” he gestures to his upper body, “not on my thigh, you know that.” It’s true, she’s given him every tattoo he has. She knows he’s just recently started to fill his lower half with ink, but the way he words it makes you feel uneasy.

She hums, once again looking up through her lashes a small smile decorating her lips, “Well we’re gonna have to fill all this up then, hm?” She drags her fingers down his right thigh to his ankle and he visibly swallows. It’ll be over soon, you tell yourself but it's not helping, not when she strokes the skin of his ankle adding, “you wanna be tatted down to here?” Maybe it’s all in your head. Maybe in any other context that normally unassuming sentence wouldn’t have sounded like a sexual insinuation. Maybe Jana’s just offering more of her services. But you’re fuming and can’t stand the sight of him and her like that.

“I think you should take a break.” Jungkook looks at you with big eyes, shocked that you’ve actually spoken after an hour of silence and glaring.

Jana shakes her head tossing the bloodied wet wipe into the granite trash bin beside her thighs. “I don’t need a break, I want to finish as soon as possible.”

“Well, if you wanted that you would’ve done the tattoo during open hours not at ten at night,” Jana turns to you ready to reply as you quickly approach them, yanking Jungkook up out of his seat. He almost kicks Jana in the head, and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t so pissed off. “You’re taking a break.” You leave no room for argument as you drag Jungkook away from that bitch, to the back room. You slam the door pulling at the ends of your hair which you’d no doubt be upset about later on as you just got a silk press done a few days ago, but you were stressed out and your hair turning into a curly mess while you’re angry is the least of your problems.

“Bab—“ Jungkook closes his mouth when you turn to him, the look in your eye begs him to light the fire under you. One wrong word and you'd curse him out, uncaring if Jana hears how upset she truly made you with her little stunt. He swallows, licking his lips, he examines your features, attempting to find the right words. “Y/n,” No pet names, your name. No doubt he can see how upset you are and he’s not sure if the next few hours will go over smoothly if you continue like this. “What’s wrong?”

You scoff at him releasing your hair, “What’s wrong?” You repeat his question and he nods despite knowing you for almost six years he can’t pick up on the mocking tone you hold, “Jungkook, she’s on her fucking knees giving you a tattoo when she doesn’t have to.” It’s Jungkook’s turn to scoff waving you off as being dramatic, he readies to leave the room, but you grab his wrist. “Kook, we’ve seen her give thigh tattoos before she doesn’t need to be on her fucking knees for you.” Jungkook flinches at the for you disliking the choice of words.

“I only have eyes for you, baby.” He watches you closely as he grabs your hands like he did earlier as if trying to calm a wild bear, cautious and weary. And now it’s clear you’re the bad guy in this instance, to him at least.

You pull away from his hold plopping down onto the leather couch. If you’d look up you’d see the small smirk decorating his lips as you stretch out onto the couch, you were so cute. Jungkook always thought you were cute when angry, not all the time, sometimes you truly pushed him to the edge, but nonetheless you were so adorable. Looking at you now fiddling with your fingers he wants to laugh at how ironic this predicament is. You're so upset by Jana on her knees whilst unknowingly sitting on the couch where they’ve done much worse.

“That doesn’t matter to me, Kook. She’s being disrespectful.”

“To who?”

“Me!” You exasperated, throwing your hands up into the air. Jana was the main cause of your outrage at the moment, but Jungkook was really starting to piss you off. You just wanted him to see the issue with what she was doing, but it’s as if he’s acting stupid—you pray that’s the case because if not he is just plain fucking stupid. “Us, you! Jungkook, if I got on my knees for another man to give him a tattoo how would you feel?” He’d be pissed, much more than you are now.

He shrugged, “If you were more comfortable that way then.. I guess I’d be fine with it.” He forces the untrue words out of his mouth and you notice shaking your head at him bluntly lying to you.

“I want her off her knees, now.” You started reaching for the door handle, turning the knob but Jungkook was shuffling forward.

You face him as the familiar clicking sound fills the space, “Wait in the car.” You open your mouth to protest as reaches for your hand, forcefully closing the car keys in your palm, his larger hand covering your own. “Do it, please, you can even take a nap.” He smiles, trying to calm the lingering tension in the air.

The fight is leaving your body as you look over him. You’re well aware that he’s only trying to deescalate the situation and with the lack of adrenaline from before fizzling out you nod wanting nothing more than to snuggle up in the car.

And you do just that.

“Where’d she go? Home?” Jungkook shakes his head, making himself comfortable in the leather seat.

“She’s tired. She’s gonna sleep in the car.” Jana hums, flicking on the ink gun, “don’t do this again.” He warns as her hands hover above his skin, the whirring needle grazing the flesh of his thigh.

“Hm, are you really that upset?” She smirks, setting down the gun, Jana lightly grips Jungkook’s knees forcing him to remember all the times they’ve been like this before under much different circumstances. “And I wasn’t lying… you know I can be on my knees for hours at a time.” She grins.

And if you had stayed awake just a bit longer to watch them through the glass windows you would’ve seen Jungkook pulling her forward by her neck to kiss her.

The car beeping is what awakes you, Jungkook closing the door after completely bringing you out of your groggy state. “Hey, sleepy head.” Jungkok teases leaning over the console as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

You yawn, stretching your limbs, “You’re done?” He nods motioning to his thigh. If you were a little less tired you’d question why he switched out of his jeans and where they went, but you don’t. You press the car light studying the intricate lines that form a snake wrapped around Jungkook’s thigh, covered by a thin layer of saran wrap. The tattoo only adds to his intimidating aura and although you’ve known him for far too long to see him that way, from an outsider’s point of view he looks cool and edgy. “It looks nice.” You hum in approval, swiping your thumb along the skin under the tattoo. “You look sexy with it.” Jungkook chuckles, leaning over the console once again this time to seal your lips together.

“What did you say about fucking in the car again?” He rasps amusement dancing in his eyes, but there’s lust as well.

“Now that you mention it, I’m not all that tired anymore.” You push your car blanket aside sliding into Jungkook’s lap, he hisses readjusting your position on his lap. “Shit, sorry.” He shakes his head waving off your concern.

“It’s fine.”

And then you fuck right there in the car in the parking lot of Jana's shop. Jungkook’s evident desire for you solidifies his previous statement; he only has eyes for you.

Jungkook has been overly nice to you since the tattoo incident. Though you weren’t as angry as you usually are when you two argue he’s still silently apologizing; doing anything you ask around the house, buying you random gifts, going out of his way to bring you lunch or make you breakfast if you forget. Thinking this over after he parted from your office leaving you with a bento box, you knew he wanted something. Something big. It's been two months and he kept up the nice boyfriend display. He even started apologizing first at the mere hint of an oncoming argument. It was strange which is why you’ve been pondering just what the hell he wants to act so tedious around you.

The final gift he gave you before asking was a candlelit dinner. In awe you looked around your living room, it was something out of a hollywood movie. Red and white balloons filling the room from, rose petals forming a mini walkway to the table with candles beside them adding to the romantic aura. Jungkook helping you out of your coat and heels is what brings you out of your daze. You eye him, he looks and smells good. His biceps bulge as he hangs up your coat, his thighs doing the same when he bends down to carefully take off your heels. “Jungkook… what the fuck...” Jungkook chuckles at your amazement, guiding you to the dining table, he pulls out your chair where you two typically eat take out in silence. He motions you to sit.

“Lean forward.” You do and he gently moves your box braids forward so they don’t get caught between your back and the chair. Yeah, something is definitely up.

You keep your questions to yourself as he prepares your plate asking about your day, typical, but weird. It’s never been this chatty between you two. Which considering that you’ve been together for five years is probably a bad thing, but it works for the both of you, because if you don’t speak there’s no opportunity for arguments.

After eating, you sat in silence, the crackling of the candle dead center on the table filling the room. Jungkook’s previous chattiness was now as you’re realizing a result of him being nervous…and then it dawns on you.

Oh fuck, he’s gonna propose.

You didn’t even consider that a possibility earlier, but it all makes sense. Jungkook’s behavior has been to stay on your good side in hopes that you’ll say yes to him, he must really want to marry you. Thinking back on how difficult your relationship has been over the years your eyes well up with unshed tears, despite your issues Jungkook still wants to marry you. He still wants that traditional picture ‘perfect’ life with you. And only you. “No, why’re you crying?” He asks, reaching across the table for your hand. God, he even grabs your left hand.

Not wanting to spoil that you’ve caught onto his plans you wave him off, dotting on your tears with a napkin. “Nothing, this is.. this is so beautiful, Jungkook. Thank you.” His smile making your heart throb. You can still pick up on his lingering nerves as he prepared bungeoppang for the two of you. Frowning, you gestured to his empty plate, “You don’t want any?” He gives you a tight smile shaking his head no. “Why not?”

“I’m eating light.” I might vomit if I eat anymore, he wants to say that, but he can tell you’ve already picked up on his uncontainable anxiety. You say nothing else, cutting into the bread, you take a bite. You purposely eat slowly, mulling over Jungkook’s hastily approaching proposal. Are you even ready to get married? Five years is a fairly long time to be together without a ring and finally when meeting new people you wouldn’t have to introduce Jungkook as your boyfriend of five years, but your fiancé. But that didn’t mean you were ready. Was Jungkook even ‘the one’ for you? Glancing up at said man he offers you a warm smile, his eyes turning to tiny crescents, as cute as he is and as skilled as he is sexually that doesn’t mean he’s a lifelong partner.

The spark isn't there anymore relationship-wise, you both could attest to that. You can’t pinpoint when it died out—maybe it was two years back when arguments were an almost guaranteed daily occurrence or maybe it was the second year you were together when Jungkook silently made you choose between your job and him. You take a small bite of the bread and drop your fork, Jungkook’s eyes meet yours as the chair screeches behind you with the force of your stance. “Y/n—“

“I need to use the bathroom, excuse me.” You escape to the hall without waiting for his reply. Locking the bathroom door behind you, you leaned against it, your heart hammering in your chest. Your thoughts were making you extremely anxious probably even more so than Jungkook. Your breaths come out uneven and quick.

Get a grip, Y/n.

It’d be a waste of five years if you said no to Jungkook. Although saying no doesn't necessarily mean the relationship is over, you can’t imagine Jungkook’s ego accepting that you denied him. You fish your phone out of your pocket, you need advice. Opening your chat box with your bestfriend you nibble on your bottom lip. Lia wasn’t exactly fond of Jungkook, but she is the closest person to you, she could put her opinions aside to help you out.

You

Lia, Jungkook’s about to propose to me and I don’t know what to say.

Lia

Jungkook? Propose? What?!

You

I know, I know fuck I'm so nervous

Lia

Why?

You

I’m not 100% on saying yes, but neither am I 100% on saying no

Lia

Y/n.. you know how I feel about Jungkook

You do, Lia’s expressed discontent for your relationship with Jungkook ever since you chose to stay in Korea for him all those years ago. He was actually the cause of your first real argument with her. You were far too defensive of your decision and Jungkook and she was set on pointing out all the flaws he had. She was only looking out for you, but you didn’t see it that way.. which led to you mentioning her relationship with Yoongi and how despite his issues (like him being unfaithful to her when they dated in college) she was still with him.

“That’s different.” She told you fed up with the constant back and forth and your audacity to bring up her relationship, “I left Yoongi after that, you know that. We only got together again years after college it took me a long time to trust him again, and this isn’t even about me, Y/n!” It wasn’t but you were tired of being on the hot seat, she was scolding you like you were her child long before she had Yori. You snicker at the thought, she was always meant to be a mom.

You

I do, but I don’t know what to do with myself, I’m hiding out in the bathroom and he’s just out there waiting

You can imagine her sighing now, you’ve asked too much of her over the years when it comes to Jungkook and you. Her relationship wasn’t perfect, but her and Yoongi as you like to call it made it out the mud. They have a beautiful baby girl and they’re married and actually happy, not playing up some facade for the acceptance of others. She’s put her true feelings on the back burner a thousand times to aid you in your relationship issues, but this was huge. Marriage wasn’t something you flip a coin over. Paired with the fact that you’ve told her you don’t want to redo marriage again if it doesn’t work out, she doesn’t want to screw you for life because of poor wording.

Lia

Y/n, this choice is yours, if you’re having doubts you might already have your answer, but if its general nerves then think it over.

Lia

I can’t tell you whether or not to accept a proposal, even as your best friend that choice is yours alone.

You know that, but you’re so hopelessly lost, and back out there with Jungkook staring at you like you hung the moon and the stars just for him isn’t making things any easier.

Lia

Tell you what let's do a pros and cons list

Lia

Cons first go

You

We argue a lot, he’s oblivious to girls flirting with him, he makes poor financial choices, he’s stubborn, he refuses to see my point of view on certain things

Lia

Five cons, pros now

You

The sex is good…

Lia

That’s it? The sex?

Reading over your texts you can’t think of anything else that makes you yearn to accept Jungkook’s proposal. Other than the fact that you don’t want to be thrust back into the world of dating and starting over again. In addition, no one you’d slept with before you got with Jungkook gave you as many mind blowing orgasms. You come to a realization then. Those are also the top two reasons you haven’t broken up when advised to by Lia. A sad fact to face is that, your pros for marriage are also the only two things keeping you with him.

Lia

Do you even love him?

Instinctively you want to say yes you do love him. For five years you couldn’t be bound to him by lust alone, right? You had to love him. Ignoring the thoughts that remind you of how empty you feel telling him you love him you type your response.

You

Yes I do.

Lia

But all you can come up with is sex? That's why you want to marry him? Seriously?

You

Why did you marry Yoongi?

Lia

This isn’t about me, Y/n

You

Please just tell me why

Lia

He makes me a better person as stupid as it sounds. When we’re together he makes me feel like I can do anything, he cares for me like truly cares for me… he has his moments where he struggles to verbally express it, but he shows it through his actions. He tries, despite our past he’s shown me he’s not like that anymore, he’s grown since then.

It’s wrong to compare, you’re aware but looking at your relationship objectively next to hers, it's a losing battle. Jungkook brings out the worst in you- scratch that, you bring out the worst in each other. It’s either fucking or fighting, sure one is innately better than the other it’s usually a result of the ladder.

You

How do you know you love him?

Lia

Yori, when I see her I think of him.. its hard to explain, but it's like seeing our love in physical form, and just seeing how he loves her makes me fall harder every day, I’m not just in love with him I fall harder every day.. ah this is so cheesy

You begin to type out another question that could aid in your decision when a soft knock to the door startles you. The cause of your anxiety calling out to you, “Baby, are you okay? It’s been almost twenty minutes.” Fuck, had you really been gone that long? You mentally praise yourself for texting Lia instead of calling her because God knows how long Jungkook’s been outside the bathroom. Locking your phone you turn on the sink, splashing some cold water on your face, you catch a glimpse of your appearance in the mirror. The mental dilemma is written all over your face. The black pants suit you put on this morning drowning your shaking form.

You can’t hide forever.

Drying your hands you unlock the door, Jungkook looks down at you for an explanation but you brush past him, going to back the dining room. He joins you at the table this time sitting beside you instead of across from you, you still don’t have a clear answer for him, but the stalling is coming to an end as he opens his mouth.

“So.. Y/n.” He grabs your hands, a nervous grin layering his lips. “I have a question to ask you.” He goes to stand up but you force him back down, gripping his thigh.

“Jungkook..” you say through a strangled breath, knowing what's coming is taking all the energy out of you, knowing that you have to say no is weighing you down. But that’s the only option you have. Lia was right, you have no real reason to love Jungkook anymore, but you won’t bruise his ego by declining his proposal. It's best to just stop while you’re both ahead. “I can’t—I..” you swallow nervously, “I love you..” you quietly mumble, “but this? I can’t do this.” You let go of his hand gesturing to the air around you.

“What? I’m sorry I’m not following?” Hearing the evident confusion in his tone you look up at his face matching his words he looks utterly confused.

You fiddle with the fabric of your pantsuit, closing your eyes as you finally say, “I’m not ready, Jungkook, I can’t marry you.” You don’t know how you expected him to react to your denial, maybe he’d leave or shout at you, maybe throw a thing or two—he’s never done that before, but that’s just a possibility of how he would display his attitude towards your reluctance to wed him. However, he did none of what you would’ve guessed, instead he laughed.

Now you were the confused one, “Baby, what?” He dotted under his eyes as if wiping away tears, his nervousness from before now replaced with pure amusement at your assumption. “I wasn’t gonna propose to you,” he reassures you cupping your cheek. “I was going to ask you.. if you would be down for a threesome?” The second the word ‘threesome’ leaves his mouth your heart drops. He rambles on, but you cannot hear him because your boyfriend of five years just told you he wants to invite another person into your sexual space.

Your eyes begin to gloss over as he drones on about how good it’d be for your relationship, something about “strengthening your bond” and “spicing up your sex life” when the first few tears fall he stops speaking, gently cradling your face in his large palms.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” The soft tone isn't lost on you, nor is how careful he’s being just like before. How could you have been so stupid? For five years Jungkook hadn’t proposed, for five years you two mostly argued and fucked things out, you weren’t fit for a wife and he damn sure was no husband. All that carefully curated buildup, all the nice things he’d done for you wasn't for you to agree to marriage, but to willingly engage in a threesome. For two months, he’d been nothing but incredible to you for this. A fucking threesome. Everything's blurry with your glossy eyes, but somehow you manage to shove Jungkook’s hands away from you and stumble into the bathroom, locking yourself inside like earlier.

“Y/n…” Jungkook knocks against the door, sighing when he’s only met with your light sobs. “I didn’t ask to upset you, I-I thought it’d be fun.” Despite his intentions he did upset you. The one thing you pride yourself on in your relationship is your sex, its why it was your number one pro to marry Jungkook after all. Your sex is unmatched, you do not want to share him with anybody and you thought he felt the same.

Jungkook has ruined you for other men—granted they all come in different shapes and sizes. Jungkook's build, his stamina, and his knowledge of how to get you over that blissful cliff is hard to find in anyone else. It took only a few days for Jungkook to know everything that turns you on and only a day to make you enjoy overstimulation. As odd as it was, you thought that was the same for him. Sure, he could find another woman, one with different tits and less of a stomach, and a fatter ass (although he loves your ass) but it would be pointless to start over again, not when he has you. But then again that’s the difference between you and him gender wide at least. Women for him just have to be wet enough, tight enough and he’s good to go. Men have to be Jungkook. There’s no way around it.

The thought of him fucking someone else in front of you—cumming from someone else while you watch doesn’t make your stomach coil in lust, but unease and disgust. You’ve caught Jungkook’s eyes wandering before on women, but that didn’t matter because he would never cheat on you, but now thinking back on it maybe he was looking at them as possible candidates for your threesome. Jungkook knows your body well, yes, but he knows your mind just as much if not better and just like him you know eventually with enough pushing and sulking on his end you’ll give in.

That night you stayed in the bathroom sleeping uncomfortably in the tub over having to face Jungkook. In the morning, you left without waking him up, struggling to look at his sleeping figure without getting teary eyed. It pained you to know that Jungkook wasn’t as satisfied with your sex life as you were. You lacked something that he thought he could get from another woman. He was kind enough not to cheat, but fucking another woman in front of you is the same thing, no? You can’t tell when the sex got boring for him, when did he realize he needed something you couldn’t give him? He can’t fake an orgasm that’s for sure and each time you’ve went at it like animals he’s come so what is it that made him want this?

After eight grueling hours at work you went over to Lia’s place. Yoongi was at work and Lia had just gotten off and though she had her hands full with Yori she put her down for a nap to hear you out. You presumed you looked how you felt, like shit because she was offering you a drink to ease whatever turmoil was rolling off of you. Lia liked to say she can pick up on energy and if she can she knows that you tossing back two shots back to back is due to something inherently negative.

“So.. you told Jungkook no?” Ah, that's right. After crying yourself into passing out you never told Lia how it went or even corrected yourself that he didn’t want to marry you, but fuck you with another woman present. So you explain just that and how stupid you felt for thinking that way in the first place. She takes your hand in hers offering you a small smile, “If you don’t want to do it, then don’t. He can’t force you.” But he sure as hell can guilt trip you, but you don’t say that instead down another shot. “Y/n..” It’s pointless sitting here talking to Lia about this.

Jungkook will get his way, it's been like that for the entirety of your relationship. Whether that’s your job overseas, you chose Jungkook and with this threesome ordeal it’s inevitable you’ll cave and choose Jungkook again. The whole thing makes your head hurt -or maybe it’s the shots- no matter the circumstances you’ll always put Jungkook first. It’d take some serious wrongdoing for you to put your feelings and your comfort at the forefront over his and Lia must know it too as she holds you, allowing you to cry.

You couldn’t hide out at Lia and Yoongi’s house forever, not even when she offered you her guest bedroom, a place you’ve slept many times after countless arguments with Jungkook. Said man was sitting on the living room couch when you attempted to quietly slip out of your shoes and escape to the bathroom to shower, hopefully putting off your conversation, but you know the beeping of the keypad gave away your presence. “Y/n.” He calls out to you as soon as you reach the hall that leads down to the bathroom. “We need to talk.” He sighs standing up.

“No we don’t.” You attempt and quickly fail at isolating yourself in the bathroom, Jungkook stands there in the doorway pouting at you. Ah, another tactic. He’s sulking faster than you thought and successfully pulling at your heart strings, pushing you closer to caving earlier than you hoped.

“I wanna say—“ you turn your back to him running the bathwater as you check the temp for the water. “Y/n.” The annoyance in his voice is obvious but you don’t give into him, beginning to strip. Clad in your undergarments he finally stops you spinning you towards him by your bicep, he’s too strong for his own good. “I said, we need to talk.” Scoffing, you pull your arm away.

“And I said no we don’t.” Jungkook rubs his temple sighing as you get into the shower sliding the glass door closed, the water beating down on you muddling his words. It’s when the talking stops you think he left and finally allow yourself to relax. The main reason you're putting the conversation off is because you know you’ll give in if he keeps using his Jungkook tactics, without fail it’ll work on you, but also you don’t want to hear Jungkook’s excuse for wanting to openly cheat on you. Even if he doesn’t see it as infidelity, it is. And hearing Jungkook dance around why he wants another person would only be hinting at your lack of something sexually, your ego doesn’t need to hear that either.

The shower door slides open, Jungkook slipping in behind you. God you really hate how excited that makes you despite all the other negative feelings he’s brought out of you the last two days. He reaches in front of, grabbing his shower gel, his arm brushing against your hip. Fuck, is this another tactic? He washes himself in silence and you do the same. No words are exchanged and you’re thankful that you’ve managed to yet again evade the topic until he breaks the peaceful atmosphere.

“I just wanted to try something new.” He tells you pulling you into his chest. “Okay? That’s it, baby,” He takes your shower gel and the sud-filled rag in your hand washing your front again. “I love you, you know this.” Do I? You bite your tongue to prevent the question from slipping out, that question would bring on an even more uncomfortable conversation, one you and Jungkook have avoided for years.

“Why, Jungkook?” You lean back into his touch, unfortunately yearning for it regardless of the inner battle you're having mentally. “We can do anything and everything to each other so why do we need another person? Whether that be guy-“ his face turns up repulsed by the idea reflected in the wide shower head, “or girl.” His features relax, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“That’s why, we’ve done everything, but this.” His hands drifted downwards. “we’ve technically had sex in public, we’ve fucked in every position possible-“ he pauses watching your facial expression in the metal shower head above turn from worried to something he’s more familiar with, desire. His fingers ghost over your clit as he leans down to your ear, purposefully pressing his lips to your skin. “This would benefit both of us..” he murmurs, kissing behind your ear. “think about it… me fucking you while another girl kisses you doesn’t turn you on?” Well, with his fingers actively working to turn you on, yes it does.

“Why n-not a guy, huh?” Jungkook shakes his head meeting your eyes in the shower head, “w-why?” You swallow a moan when he slips one finger inside you slowly working you open.

“I don’t want you with a guy.” He says simply shrugging. That’s unfair—no, it’s fucking absurd!

Pushing his hands away from your cunt, you face him still throbbing between your legs but having enough decency and common sense to know that letting him finger you whilst having a conversation like this will only end badly for you. “Jungkook, what makes you think I want to see you with another girl?” He furrows his brows, opening his mouth to reply, closing it again he looks away from you. “Kook, I really don’t want to do this, okay? Unless it’s with a guy I’m out.” Sliding the shower door open you leave him there with his thoughts.

You were pissing him off, the fact that you had yet bowed your head and bit your tongue to please him was unnerving. A whole week had gone by since your shower together and you were stone walling him. Unbeknownst to you he’s trying to make things better for the both of you. Though he’s been dabbling in cheating with Jana for a little while now he wouldn't have to if you had all had sex.

It makes sense to him.

You all hookup, you’d realize how amazing she is and something could come of that maybe a relationship, but you’re so insistent on fucking a guy Jungkook is close to giving up on the threesome idea altogether. Jana was easier to convince than you, of course she was, she’s not in love with him like you are, but still. Last night was the final straw, you promised Jungkook to look for someone for your threesome, and to his displeasure you were looking for a guy, not a girl.

You weren’t looking, despite Jungkook’s worrying thoughts you were not scavenging males for someone to fuck you. He was upset by your suggestion the other night that was clear but so were you if not more. The only way he stopped talking about the threesome was by you bringing up your fake seeking out of another male partner for sex, it worked, but he was pissed. He was also avoiding you, coming home late and leaving early. It made you happy that the idea of a man sleeping with you even if he was present bothered him so much that he needed time away from you, plus now he knew how you felt after he admitted to wanting that with a woman.

Walking the busy streets of Seoul you could forget about all that. A slither of peace was offered to you as familiar tunes flooded the Seoul streets. You stopped to look at some cute puppies pressed against the glass of a pet store. You’d been here before to Jung’s Pet Store. If your building didn’t have a pet fee you would’ve bought one of the cute pups home by now. Busy crouched and tracing the glass to entertain a cute german puppy you don’t notice someone approaching you from behind. “Netter 97,” your head shoots up at the familiar voice, your eyes widening in recognition at the male beside you.

“Hoseok!” You stand ignoring the ache in your legs from your position throwing your arms around the male. “Oh God, no one has called me that since college.” You slap his arm and he grins pleased that you remember the nickname he created for you, you were fairly athletic back then, in college and excelled at volleyball. When you pull away from the embrace he eyes your hand, no ring. His grin widens.

“Ah, its been so long, how have you been?” He asks leaning against the glass where the puppies helplessly bark for your attention, your eyes flicker down to them and back up to him, he reminds you of them as weird as that may sound. In college, he was always energetic and smiling like a puppy and even now though he looks more mature, but still just as cute and full of life.

“I’ve been good, how about you?” You reciprocate his smile, making grabby hands at the cute pups giggling when one of them jumped towards the glass.

“Stressed,” you give him a concerned once over your brows drawn together, “it’s nothing serious, my granddad passed away and-”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Hoseok’s still smiling as he waves off your apology already having heard that same statement thousands of times.

“Its fine, uhm, he owned this place actually,” he points a thumb back towards the shop your in front of, “-and he sort of left it to me.” Your eyes double in size, the place you’ve come by almost everyday after work is owned by your ex from college and you haven’t noticed up until now… wow. “It's a new thing, so I’m just a little antsy about it.” He chuckles, rubbing at his nape.

“Ah, I hope things get better for you, Hoseokie.” You look back down as the new addition to barking pups a tall doberman catching your attention causing you to miss Hoseok’s light blush at the nickname.

“Thank you..” he clears his throat bringing your attention back to him as he straightens himself pushing off the glass. “I’m sorry, I have to ask.. Did things work out with Jungkook? Or… are you single?” Your brows raised in shock, your lips parting, you hadn’t expected that. “Sorry, sorry. Was that too straightforward? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfor-” you lightly grasp his forearm, cutting off his nervous ramblings.

“Its okay.” You offer him a smile, “and to answer your question, me and Jungkook are still together.” You tell him dropping your hand from his flannel clad bicep.

“Ah..” Hoseok only lets you get a glimpse of his disappointment before it dissipates into a smile which is undoubtedly forced. “He hasn’t made a wife out of you yet?” He queries nodding down to ringless hands.

You bite your bottom lip shaking your head. “No.” You hide your hands in your jacket pocket, “He hasn’t gotten around to it yet and things have been..” you trail off. Things have been shitty, awful, terrible, if Jungkook proposed right now you’d probably laugh in his face. “Rocky as of late.” Hoseok nods, taking in your negative description of your relationship. Hoseok isn't as bitter as he was back then over you choosing Jungkook over him. Back then you tearfully claimed you caught feelings for Jungkook you didn’t know how it happened but you did, things could change now the roles could flip and you could choose him.

“I hope things get better, I would’ve made you a wife by now, you’re too pretty to just be someone’s girlfriend.” He tells you casually, chuckling at the taken aback expression on your face.

“Hey! Hoseok, I need help in here!” A woman inside calls out to him, holding two boxes with the infamous cat brand “Min” labeling the sides. He pays her no mind looking back to you and the woman huffs dropping the boxes.

Oh God is that his girlfriend?

“Are you flirting with me while you have a partner?” You quickly whisper as the fuming woman strolls closer, from this angle she sort of looks like a feminine version of him.

“No! That’s my sister- ow!” She tugs on his ear when she gets to you two.

“Why’re you chatting up customers? There’s boxes that need to be unpacked and customers waiting in line!” Now you can see the sibling dynamic, calming your worried thoughts. Hoseok truly is still the same caring heartwarming guy he was back then, he’d never cheat.

The same can’t be said about Jungkook.

He smacks her hands off, glaring. He closes his eyes inhaling deeply before he opens them gesturing at you as you wave sheepishly at the woman. “This is Y/n.” Her eyes widen dramatically letting out a loud ah in realization.

“So you’re the girl Hoseok won’t shut up about? You finally gave him a chance? He’s been pining since col-” Hoseok slaps his hand over her mouth dragging her back into the shop as she yells protests and swears into his palm.

“I’ll see you, Y/n! If things don’t work out my numbers been the same since college!” You giggle at the scene the heat from earlier filling your cheeks once again, if you were lighter you’d be blushing. Giving one last tap to the glass you bid goodbye to the pups and Hoseok as well before heading home. Although it’d be shitty from the obvious attraction Hoseok still has for you, Hoseok could do well in your threesome. You’ve had sex with him before numerous times actually and he’s no Jungkook, but he’s good in bed.

Returning home, Jungkook didn’t acknowledge you which you were immensely thankful for. Each time he opened his mouth the conversation would magically drift towards the threesome and then an argument. Unlike the other times you’ve had your disputes it didn’t end in sex, but door slamming and someone leaving. It was appalling to you that he was still set on this threesome despite your reluctance to even see it as a possibility for the two of you. It isn’t until your cutting a variety of vegetables and he’s grabbing a drink from the fridge do either of you speak.

“How was your day?” He speaks first, no surprise there, you weren’t looking to talk anyway.

He eyes you nervously playing it safe with his word choice, so you take the bait, slicing a carrot as you shrug. “It was fine.” Jungkook’s gaze falls to the little chops you're making, biting the inside of his cheek, he exhales. You can already feel the exhaustion taking hold of you as he opens his mouth, ready to start up yet another argument. “Jungkook, I already told y—“

“Can I hold you?” You go silent, stunned at his question, the knife in your palm clattering onto the cutting board. “we barely talked this week…” His shoulders slump, his grip tightening on the bottle in his hold as he confesses, “and I miss touching you..” his doe eyes meeting yours has you nodding letting him come around the counter and press himself to your back. You resume cutting enjoying the warmth he provides and somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind you admit you missed him too. Even if you’re arguing you at least see each other, touch each other even if it is sexually and as result of a fight, you’re around one another.

These past few days have been long and distant, Jungkook’s stubbornness paired with your avoidant behavior made for a never ending cycle of not speaking to each other or even sleeping in the same bed. Him being here, wrapped round your waist softly humming into your neck, comforts you in a way you can’t remember feeling in the last few years of your relationship.

He surprises you when he speaks again this time whispering a soft I’m sorry. You put down the knife spinning in his hold. “What?” You breathe baffled that he’s apologizing first, not ignoring the issue or fucking it out with you like usual.

He swallows, his eyes dropping to the gold pendant hanging low on your neck, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have forced that onto you, or even asked—“ You have a strong urge to kiss him and you do gently cupping his cheeks, “What was that for?” He asks, his lips brushing yours.

“I’m not sure,” you tell him quietly, not wanting to ruin the slice of comfort you’ve created in the kitchen.

“Can we just.. go back to how things were?” You nod, kissing his cheek.

“No more talk of a threesome.” You warn him jokingly holding up your knife. He smiles agreeing with a grunt when you turn around. His smile falls as you resume preparing dinner, his jaw set. You’d agree, he thought, you just need a little more of a push. Jungkook’s not stupid, he knows the core of your relationship is based in sex. He sees it when he stops you from preparing dinner and bends you over the counter. You look at him with so much emotion more than you ever have when telling him you love him. So, if you sleep with Jana while he’s present maybe a relationship can prosper from there. You just need a little time.

Jungkook, to your surprise, didn’t mention the threesome. Five months had passed and you’ve fallen back into your routine, Jungkook and you weren’t arguing as much either, in fact getting over the little issues that had risen months ago after his proposal had made you stronger, or so you thought.

You were extremely tired, all but dragging your feet to your apartment door, the corridor seemed to stretch on longer when you were tired, but finally after hauling your bag inside and kicking off your heels you could rela—

You hear a giggle.

A feminine giggle followed by, “I’m so nervous.” Suddenly you weren’t all that tired. With quick steps you reached the living room confused by the scene in front of you, Jungkook and Jana sitting side by side. Not that it mattered, but their legs were touching, arms too. Jana noticed you first beaming as she stood encasing you in a bone crushing hug, “Y/n, how are you?” In need of space, you thought as she pulled back from your motionless figure barely inches away from your face.

“I..” you looked at Jungkook who only stared at you with a seemingly hungry glint in his eyes as he watched Jana rub your forearms, slowly, too slow as if she’s feeling you up. “I’m good, tired.” You tell her attempting to step back, but she follows you grinning at your confused expression.

“Mm, tired?” Her voice dips into something lower, huskier. If you weren’t so tired and confused with her sudden presence in your home you’d say she’s attempting to sound seductive. Her eyes fall to your lips. “Why don’t I relax you then, huh?” Before the word what can leave your lips she’s moving forward, kissing you. The feeling of her tongue swiping across your flesh is what brings you out of your initial shock, your body reacting on its own as you push her back your eyes wide. You stumble back away from her. She looks at you as if she’s confused. Jungkook laughs rising from the couch he stands beside Jana, both of them now towering over you.

“Baby, relax.” Jungkook murmurs to you, moving behind you he aligns himself with your back wringing his hands around your waist. He gently squeezes your hips as you stare at Jana who stares back, licking her lips.

“Jungkook, what the fuck is going on?” You nearly squeak when he grabs your ass, “Kook—“

“The threesome, baby, remember?” Jana steps forward now once again her gaze falls to your lips. She’s going to kiss you again you realize as she begins leaning in. You absolutely do not want her to do that so you quickly slip away from the sandwich they forced you into, panting. What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK? You were happy, elated even after you assumed Jungkook had dropped the threesome subject altogether, Lia was even surprised when you told her he actually stopped talking about it, but you didn’t think he’d do this; force it on you. You thought he was better than that, apparently he’s not.

“Jungkook, why the fuck? W-what the fuck?” You don’t even realize you’re crying until you look down the carpet below you darkening with your tear drops, you’re shaking as well. Somehow Jungkook’s managed to make you feel unsafe in you’re own home and uncomfortable. So fucking uncomfortable. Jana furrows her brows looking between you and Jungkook. To her knowledge you agreed to the threesome. Why else would Jungkook mention having one? Jungkook steps closer to you but you step back, you are repulsed by the thought of him touching you, being near you, not when he did this.

“Calm down, Y/n.” He tells you gently, his hands turning to fists at his sides so he doesn’t touch you. This isn’t how he expected you to react, he was hoping for anger, screaming, then kissing and fucking. The normal progression between you two. But right now you’re shaking and crying whilst trying not hyperventilate. You’ve never felt this emotion with Jungkook. He brings out a lot of you, rarely anything joyous, but this discomfort, this fear, is new. And you need to get away, far, far away. “Baby, why don’t we just sit down, hmm?” You’re turning, running, stopping at the front door to grab your shoes and purse before you bolt out of the apartment. Jungkook does not chase you, his only attempt to stop you is when he opens the door calling your name.

Your car door slams as you settle inside, the exhaustion from literally running away from Jungkook weighing down on you as your emotions take hold. You’ve never felt so betrayed by him. You know he did this, he orchestrated this, he caused all the unpleasant emotions you’re feeling. It’s all his fault, he never dropped the subject, he just waited until you were seemingly okay with him again and sprung it on you. That thought alone makes bile rise in your throat. Consent, and lots of it at that, has been a big thing for your relationship so for Jungkook to pull this feels like something you can’t come back from. You’ve been through a lot with Jungkook, your relationship has suffered and survived a lot of tumultuous shit between you two, but thinking about him touching you trying to get you to participate only brings more tears to your eyes.

You look up from where you’ve been hanging your head to see Jungkook exiting the building, a satisfactory smile tugging at his lips as it dawns on him that he got outside before you left. His smile falls as you turn your key in the ignition reversing he runs up and you catch sight of his bare feet. In another scenario this would bring you some sort of pseudo-comfort that despite the pain he might be feeling from the rocks digging into his skin he chased after you, right now it doesn’t. You’re glad he might be bleeding, feeling just a fraction of what he’s made you feel emotionally.

Without looking back you drive off.

You drive for hours a mindless loop around your apartment complex and then drive past Yoongi and Lia’s house for such a long time that the lights turn off your fifth time around their block. You need to talk to someone but you don’t even know if you feel comfortable enough to talk to Lia about the situation because then if you stay with Jungkook she wouldn’t help you in the future. If it came to this, you having to seek out advice from her because of something like this, she would absolutely hate Jungkook for what he did. And you wouldn’t blame her. You might hate him as well.

It’s a long shot, but you try anyway. You park in front of your bestfriend’s house under the blinking street light, shutting off your car. You were almost out of gas literally and metaphorically. You were so tired of everything. Your job, coming home to him, him. You were tired of him. Things weren’t getting better. Jungkook was subtly luring you in for the kill and like the good little mouse you are, you played right into his trap.

Please be awake.

Your leg nervously bounces as the phone rings the voicemail reaching your ears. Swearing you’re ready to hang up when the automated message fades out to a groggy confused hello?

“Dr. Kim!” You close your eyes relieved, you need professional help. Lia is amazing, but she’s no Dr. Kim. You and Jungkook’s ex-relationship counselor. He’d been with you guys for a year before Jungkook decided you two were both healed and no longer needed therapy. He said relationship counseling brought out a bad side of you. He said you were more argumentative and it made him feel like shit, so you sent Namjoon a thank you and goodbye messages and that was the end of it. But now you’re thankful you didn’t delete his number.

“W-who is this?” You wince at the sound of his sleep deprived voice, guilt over taking you for calling so late.

“Y/n, I was one of your clients up until July last year—“

“Mm-mm-mm yes, erm.. if I’m remembering correctly you no longer needed my services?” You’re guessing that’s his polite way of saying ‘why the fuck are you calling me?’ But in a nicer, professional, modest way.

“I.. I need some advice-“ you start, catching onto the low sigh he releases.

“Y/n-ssi, I would love to help you, but it is so early in the morning,” you glance up at your dashboard at your dashboard 1am staring back at you. You’ve been driving for almost six hours. Great, now you and Jungkook could add avoidance to your long list of issues—maybe that was already there but instead of driving away, it was fucking, dancing around the problem physically.

“I know, but I just… I can’t ask my friends for help and you’re… you know licensed in this field.”

“Ah, I can tell you’re desperate…” he sighs settling on helping you despite his body begging him to go back to sleep. “Alright what’s going on? Lay it on me.”

And so you explain for the next twenty minutes what’s been going on between you two. From the tattoo thigh incident and how that made you feel to now the forced threesome situation.

“Okay,” Namjoon says thoughtfully, it reminds you of last year when he’d lean onto his thighs, fingers laced as he processed whatever you or Jungkook had just told him. He never interrupted and now was no different he just listened and then— “Y/n, can I talk to you person to person? No counselor to client, just normal advice?” You gulped, well that couldn’t be good. “Y/n?”

“Yeah, I-I’m here, go ahead.” You tell him, biting your inner cheek.

“I think you should break up with Jungkook,” he says pausing to let you react, freak out, something, but it never comes and he continues, “Your relationship for as long as I’ve known you two is very imbalanced and toxic,” he breathes getting more comfortable speaking to you normally rather than keeping up his professional almighty persona, “I’ve had friends like that; they bend to every single need their partner has and it leaves them feeling miserable. I’m glad that for once you’re retailitating, but when I think back on all those other sessions we’ve had you’ve always conceded and now I don’t think it'll be any different.”

“Namjoon?”

“Yes?”

“Have you always felt this way?” He sucks his teeth, the line going uncomfortably silent.

“Honestly? Yes. When you guys stepped into my office you were very…handsy, but there was no… emotion behind it if you get what I mean. Like you two would talk a lot about how you have sex and argue, but that was about it. Every once in awhile there’d be a date and a cute gesture for one another, but other than that you two talked about each other like hateful fuck buddies and when you stopped coming to me I thought it was because you finally ended things, but no.” His tone leads you to believe he’s disappointed by the news that even a year after cutting ties you two have stayed together.

You don’t blame him, when you did go to him it was right after you made the decision to stay in Korea for Jungkook’s career while forfeiting the opportunity of a lifetime for your own. Namjoon was a patient man (and very attractive, seriously if it wasn’t for Jungkook you would’ve totally hit that—or not, Namjoon seems more the settle down type not really into hookup culture you assume.) when you two would start bickering and swearing at each other during a session he‘d just watch and listen and then proceed to talk to you like you were children. It worked to ground the both of you but you never really apologized to one another other, just fucked it out in the bathroom or the car. And then Jungkook decided things were good and asked you (told you) to cut ties with Namjoon.

He said he didn’t like how Namjoon was altering your relationship, you were more bitchy (advocated for yourself more) too much attitude over stupid stuff (calling Jungkook out on genuine stuff) plus you could utilize the tools Namjoon supplied you with without actually going to him. And that worked out fine, right?

Wrong.

Namjoon sighs, bringing you out of your thoughts, “Y/n, I think the best thing you can do for yourself is leave Jungkook.” You stay silent swallowing the lump in your throat, its making it harder to breathe. Everyone has already told you this, but none of the people that advised you to end your relationship are certified in relationship counseling like Namjoon is, it was different, the advice felt heavier, it meant more. “No more talking, no more compromises, okay? I mean he quite literally tried to spring a threesome on you tonight.” The lump wasn’t going down the more you swallowed the harder it got to stay calm and before you knew it tears were forming.

Namjoon got quiet again, your lack of esponse worrying him, “Y/n–“

“He’s all I know.” You mutter hanging your head, “I’m all he knows, it's been that way for years.” You inhale deeply to hold back the wave of emotions you’re feeling. “Do you know how hard it would be to start all over again? I-I fucking can’t.” You press your fingers into your eyes attempting to push the tears back that threaten to spill.

“Y/n,” Namjoon started carefully, “have you ever considered that you’re not all Jungkook knows?” You slowly remove your palms glancing at your phone, your vision littered with black spots.

“What do you mean?”

“Have you ever thought that…” Namjoon hesitates. This breaks all of Namjoon’s moral grounds as a counselor, but fuck it you need to leave Jungkook, plus he’s no longer your counselor breifly laying out the details of what Jungkook told him during a solo session technically breaks no legal barriers. “That Jungkook may be c—“ Your phone vibrates in the cup holder, glancing down you see Jungkook is calling you. You press the red button and resume talking to Namjoon.

“Sorry about that, he was just calling me.” You explain, aggressively typing out a message to Jungkook.

You

Don’t fucking call me.

You’re not surprised by his response.

My Love

Don’t be like that baby come on answer me

“What were you saying?”

Namjoon clears his throat recounting his train of thought, “Right, I was saying, have you considered that the reason Jungkook is such a bad boyfriend is because he’s been c—“ Ring. You clench your jaw as his name pops up again, automatically putting Namjoon on hold as Jungkook’s special ringtone plays. The song brings you back to your first date, when Jungkook bad told you the song reminded you of him adequately titled “Butterflies” it fit back then, but now that feeling in your stomach isn’t butterflies, it’s anxiety.

Whatever, you have to talk—seriously talk sooner or later, why not get it over with?

Jungkook was feeling brazen and after you left, who was going to take care of his hard on? Half of the reason he felt so hot and bothered had left and that left Jana, who was more than happy to get on her knees no questions asked while he dialed you.

“What, Jungkook?” You hissed, gripping your phone tightly.

“Hello to you too, baby,” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut as Jana slowly bobbed her head swallowing a groan he dug his nails into his thigh, “when are you coming back home? We need to talk.”

“I agree.”

“Great, I’ll see you in what? Twenty minutes?”

“No, I’m staying out tonight,” Jungkook was listening, yes, but this whole ordeal was making it hard to stay quiet. His side situationship or side piece was giving him head while you, his girlfriend, stayed on the phone your voice thick with attitude (something that he finds incredibly attractive) absolutely clueless to his current predicament. His hands tangled into Jana’s pin straight hair—it was nothing like yours, but he could imagine stuffing your throat to get you to shut the fuck up, such amazing imagery almost made him bust right there. “Okay? Bye.” Jungkook blinked his eyes open, but it was too late. You hung up, God, he doesn’t even know what you said; Jana does. In his attempts to stay quiet she could hear you on the phone from her kneeled position.

“She’s staying at a hotel,” she said lowly, languidly stroking his cock. “We’ve never fucked at your place before, why don’t we make it a first, hmm?” Jungkook opened his mouth to agree swiftly breaking into a swear as she enveloped him with her mouth once again.

It'd be a long night.

You were getting antsy. You texted Jungkook some three hours ago to meet you at the Seoul Park—well it wasn’t really a park more of an open field of grass with park benches—he read the text an hour ago, so really you’d only been waiting an hour, but with the upcoming conversation looming over your head it felt like an eternity had passed.

And Jungkook was… busy for a lack of of a better word. While you twiddle your thumbs about the inescapable conversation that would determine the future of your relationship he was busy fucking Jana all over your shared apartment. Bathroom shower, kitchen counter, your bed. It was all so incredibly disrespectful and he knew it too, but God it was so hot. You ate breakfast where Jungkook bent her over, you bathed where Jungkook pinned her against the shower wall—not too long ago he pinned you against it the same way. Yeah, he saw your text, but you’d still be there waiting.

Because that’s what you do when you love someone, you wait and he knew you'd wait especially for him.

It was stupid to do so, but six long hours later you had dozed off on the bench. Morning had very quickly turned to afternoon right before your eyes and you slowly drifted off. It’s not like you weren’t completely aware of your surroundings because you definitely felt the weight of something large and furry crushing you, and something wet brushing against your cheek. “Somi, stop it!” Your eyes shot open the scene before you would have been comical if you weren’t so startled; Hoseok with one foot propped on the bench beside your thigh leaning back as he pulls on the large dogs collar with his full weight.

“Hoseok-ssi?” You mumbled tired, confused. How long have you been at the park? Why did the sky look like it was about to get darker? More importantly, where was Jungkook?

“Y/n-ssi, sorry about that,” Hoseok huffed, successfully pulling the dog off of you to his side, keeping a tight grip on his leash. Hoseok dug into his pockets pulling out a few napkins. He took a step closer to you and began wiping the area the dog had licked, cleaning it. “Somi here can be a bit too energetic when we go for walks.”

“Well he’s a cute little puppy,” the dog barked happily as if it could understand you, making you giggle, causing Hoseok to smile. The dog rolled onto its back and you got the message lightly scratching at its soft tummy. “Yes, you are, good puppy.” The dog palms the air and you giggle again at its cuteness.

“So… why were you asleep out here? That’s pretty dangerous.” Your mood soured as you remembered your intentions with coming to the park. Hoseok was always good at reading you in college and now was no different so of course he took notice. “You don’t have to answer that!” He assures you, hands raised in defense.

“Its fine,” you waved off his concern, “I’m actually waiting for Jungkook,” you sigh pressing on your phone to see the time, “it’ll be six hours of waiting in five minutes.” You laugh bitterly, the puppy below you whines and with the pitied look Hoseok gives you he might as well have done the same.

“Have you eaten?” You perk up, you had a small trail mix before you left the hotel you checked into, but that was over five hours ago.

“No..”

“We can go grab a late lunch if you like?” He offers rocking on his heels nervously.

“That sounds amazing, I’ll send a quick text to Jungkook.” Hoseok gently grabs your wrists just as your fingers brush against your phone case.

“Don’t. If he kept you waiting this long you shouldn’t offer him any solace like updating him on where you are.” You hesitated to agree. Yeah, Jungkook kept you waiting (just like he wanted) but that didn’t mean you wanted him panic if he got here and saw you were gone..

And speaking of the devil.

“Baby,” Jungkook appeared beside Hoseok, smiling while he sized up the male. He hadn’t seen him since college. He looked slightly different; he grew his hair out and packed on a few muscles. Not like Jungkook’s though, Jungkook was better, or thats what he told himself because you were not just eye fucking Hoseok… right? It’s funny really how upset he is by the idea of you checking out another male while he fucks Jana, but it’s different for him.

Jungkook’s not surprised when he sees you that you’re glaring at him, topping off your display of anger while crossing your arms. “What the hell took you so long?” You avoid looking at Hoseok who shuffles on his feet awkwardly feeling out of place. This conversation — upcoming argument -- is not meant to be heard by him clearly, especially by the way Jungkook keeps narrowing his eyes at him.

“Didn’t look like you needed me anyway, Hoseok here seemed to be keeping you plenty company.” You scoff at his accusatory tone, shaking your head.

“He just fucking got here! I’ve been waiting six hours!” Jungkook got quiet at that, he didn’t think he’d been running around with Jana for that long, time simply escaped him. He couldn’t escape this though, by the way you’re glaring into the side of his head he knows your attitude isn’t disappearing any time soon. What a headache.

“Yeah, okay, well you can continue chatting up Hoseok, I’m going home.” He actually has the audacity and walks off, he walks away from you after you waited six grueling hours in the Seoul cold for him to get there and fell asleep only for him to stay no longer than what two minutes? Absolutely not. Hoseok catches your wrists as you stand up to go follow him causing you to rip your arm away misdirecting your anger towards him. Upon realizing the confused and hurt look on his face you stutter out your apologies and then run off quite literally chasing after Jungkook.

What does she see in that guy? Hoseok wonders and if he asked that to you before you ran off, you wouldn’t know how to respond.

Catching up to Jungkook was easy. He hadn't even started up his car yet, he knew you were coming and after catching sight of you running out the open gates leading into the park he started up his car. “Kook, wait!” Jungkook bit back a smile seeing you panting as you rounded his car, even angry you cared so much about him. In an odd way it warmed his heart.

“What, Y/n?” He asked after rolling down his window.

God how did you two even get here? Jungkook was just supposed to meet with you, talk to you, fix whatever is going on. He’s late, he's in the wrong, then he shows up and sees you talking to an ex and now you’re in the wrong. Mind boggling.

“I fell asleep okay?” Bitterly you add, “waiting for you.” Jungkook chuckles, dissatisfied by your answer.

“You expect me to believe that you fell asleep at the park? Jeaus Christ if you’re gonna bullshit me make it a little less obvious yeah?” He begins reversing so you plant your hands on his car window and he stops eyeing your hands like he’s expecting something, an apology maybe? It doesn’t matter this is getting both of you further away from the issue at hand: the threesome.

So what if you have to butter him up a bit? At least you will finally fucking talk because truly you don’t want to have to even consider Namjoon’s advice. It's not like your whole world revolves around Jungkook, but it starts and ends with him. Say you leave him, then what? What’s next? Dating again? The thought of either of you moving on makes you physically sick to your stomach. So you need to talk. Now.

“Baby,” its hard but you level your voice, soften it with a little sugar as you lean down closer to him with the barrier of the car between you. “You know I only have eyes for you,” You say throwing his words back in his face, “there is literally no one else for me—“

“You were checking him out-“ he interjects and you shake your head because really that's not what you were doing. Thinking back on it you don’t recall your eyes ever straying from his face unless you were looking at the large puppy beside him, but Jungkook needs a little reassurance to open up, so you’ll give in.

“Kookie,” he bristles at the choice of name. You haven’t called him that in a long time, almost three years. You only used this nickname when you wanted to butter him up and now is no different. “I love you, okay? I love you, no one else. Me and Hoseok broke up ages ago. I chose you then, it's always been you,” Jngkook nods along to your words that undoubtedly feed his ego, softening up at your sweet words of affirmation and then you say: “Plus we’ve only talked like twice since college.” You say in hopes that he lets go whatever pseudo-male competition he has with Hoseok, but instead you do the opposite.

“What do you mean you’ve spoken twice?” He narrows his eyes at you, his grip on the wheel tightening.

You gape at him, fuck, that’s right he doesn’t know about the other day. Sighing you run your hands through your hair, “A few weeks ago I saw him when I went out for a walk-” He doesn’t let you finish before he’s scoffing.

“Wow, you’re unbelievable.”

“Kook, I saw him and we had a two second conversatio-” you try to explain, but again he’s cutting you off.

“He seemed way too comfortable with you for you to have only talked twice in years, don’t lie to me.” You want to scream at him, this is so hypocritical. Jungkook is trying to make something out of nothing whilst also hoping you get on board with his threesome idea, if anyone is cheating or seeking something outside of your relationship it's him!

“You’re acting crazy, Jungkook. You do realize that if I was cheating I would try my best to not get caught with Hoseok in public, right? Why would I go out of my way to talk to my side dude in a public space that I asked you to meet me at, hm? Think for a second.” Jungkook’s eye twitches at your words.

“You really calling me stupid right now?” He says glaring.

“Jungkook.. Can we just stop with the games? I’m so tired of this. I just want things to go back to normal.” Jungkook’s lips catch at the metal decorating his bottom lip.

He inhales deeply, “They won’t,” you furrow your brows, “I mean you don’t do anything I ask you,” and that, that hurts to hear. You do almost everything Jungkook asks, even if he doesn’t if anything it's the other way around; Jungkook won’t drop the threesome subject despite how uncomfortable it makes you, he doesn’t listen to you. “I mean I ask for one thing and you avoid me for days and start secretly seeing your ex?” You open your mouth to defend yourself but he holds up his hand silencing you. “What do you want me to think, Y/n?” His voice softens up the fight leaving his voice and when he looks up at you you can see tears in his eyes, “I love you, okay? I do, but I don’t trust you right now,” Your heart aches at the confession breaking even more as he looks away to collect himself. “I don’t know what it will take to get us back to before, but I need some time-”

“How much time?!” You bitterly chuckle gripping the car door, “How much longer are we going to be like this?”

The fight is back in your voice and you just as easily bring it back to life in him as well, “You tell me, Y/n! You’re the one being difficult it's not even a big deal-”

“To you.”

“Yes to me, you know I only have feelings for you, why can’t you just do this for me, huh?” Ah there it is, back to the threesome discussion once again.

Scoffing, you step back taking your hands off of his car, “It's always the same bullshit with you.” You shake your head in disbelief and turn away from him quickly walking off.

“Baby!” You hear his door close the familiar sound of him locking his car ringing out as you walk faster. “Y/n!” He easily reaches you grabbing your wrist, you rip away from his touch as if he burned you facing him with a hard glare. “Do you want it to be someone else? Is that the problem?” You want to scream at him, that no, that's not the issue, the problem is that seeing him be physical with someone else—even the thought of it pains you, but he’s already proven that he doesn’t care for that reasoning.

“Why her? Why did she even agree?” You demand crossing your arms Jungkook goes quiet for a bit before answering;

“She’s someone we’re familiar with,” he shrugs, “I don’t want to fuck some stranger, plus Jana is one of the few people in our circle of friends that isn’t taken and likes girls,” he watches you mull over the words your lip tucked between your teeth, a habit of yours when you’re thinking, “and I’ve caught her checking you out a few times.” He shrugs again, licking his lips.

“So that’s it? She’s attracted to me so you thought she’d be a good fit?” Jungkook nods biting back a smile, “how do I know this isn’t her plotting to steal you away from me?” Jungkook shakes his head gently grabbing your hips pulling you into him, right into his trap.

“Well for one, I asked her, and two she seemed thrilled by the idea of fucking you, not me.” Jungkook chuckles, lying right through his teeth. Yeah, Jana thought it’d be hot to have a threesome, but you weren’t the main reason she agreed, he wasn’t either, it was more so the fun of it for her.

You inhale deeply placing your hands on his shoulders, “If we do this won’t it make things awkward?” Jungkook pulls you closer cradling you to his chest, he can't hold back his smile this time and he can’t have you catching onto how ecstatic he is that you caved, you’ll back out all over again.

“No, baby, it’s just sex.” He mumbles, kissing the top of your head.

“Sex is what keeps us together,” you joke, but it’s painstakingly obvious that it's true.

“I bet she’s nothing like you in bed, I wouldn’t leave you for anyone, ever.” You nod into his embrace slowly opening up to the idea of expanding your sexual life. When you thought about the threesome you always pictured Jungkook and Jana having sex in front of you, failing to realize that you’d have to be included too, all three of you not just them and you watching, so maybe that makes it better. Plus if you mange to keep Jana on you you wouldn’t have to see them fucking at all… right?

You exhale a shaky breath, fisting Jungkook’s sweater, “She’d have to get tested, for everything.”

“She already did,” Jungkook informs you, jerking your head back you frown waiting for an explanation, “before she came to the apartment I asked her to get tested a few days prior, she’s clean, I made sure of it.” You nod looking down at his chest away from his eyes that silently beg you to accept his proposal and he must know their effect on you because he lifts your chin forcing you to look into those innocent doe eyes. “What do you say, baby? You want to have some fun?” He stretches his thumb up brushing your lower lip, smearing some of your gloss onto the pad of his finger and suddenly those doe eyes aren’t so innocent.

Gulping you nod. “Okay.”

It had been set for Saturday, the threesome. Jana didn’t have work on the weekends, you worked the morning shift and Jungkook, well, he didn’t really work. You would all be free after five and at six Jana was supposed to come over to your place.

And Saturday got here way too quickly.

You’d been anxious all morning; at work you had this distracted glossed over look in your eyes, some of your co-workers who’ve never even spared you a glance before asked if you were alright and with a polite fake smile you said yes, just tired.

And the day continued like that. Filled with anxiety and brushed off concern.

Some small part of you knew that you didn’t have the right to be as upset because you did agree to it, but the main issue for you is you also haven’t had sex with anyone else in years.

Jungkook has seen everything; getting naked in front of him was like breathing to you, no nerves, no nothing. Even after your minimal weight gain he still fucked you all the same and if he hated it at least he never voiced that openly. But now you have to reveal all the little things you dislike about yourself to another person. You didn’t lack confidence per say, you’re attractive you know that, but on top of that having to be naked side by side with Jana was unnerving especially with Jungkook having to watch you both, would he make comparisons? Would he gravitate towards her more with the excuse of the threesome? Should you just back out? If you did according to Jungkook things would still be disarrayed, but maybe it's better that way?

At the park last week you had requested Jana get retested, you trusted Jungkook’s word but you wanted to make sure, you haven’t really learned safe sex with women. Despite liking them you’ve only had one sexual encounter with another female prior to getting with Jungkook. With guys it was easier you just need a supply of condoms and no oral (which reminds you things would’ve been easier if your added partner was a male) but with another woman your options were limited, so a test was needed. Your phone dinged with a text, a group chat had been made with Jana, you and Jungkook.

Three-way

Jana: You guys like the name?

Jungkook: Its unnecessary

Jana: Whatever, anyways here Y/n 🧡

She sent you an email link that detailed her results, skimming the page you read her test results, she was clear of everything. Your last ditch effort of ridding Jungkook of his proposal was Jana having something, anything, hell you would’ve even used her having a urinary tract infection against him, but no.

Knock, knock, knock.

Jungkook was sitting next to you with bated breath his excitement overflowing, he grinned at you springing up from the couch, you barely caught sight of his back before he was off to open the door for Jana. The nerves were back again, full force, your stomach churned with anxiety. If you thought too hard about what was to come for too long you might vomit up your lunch. Your knee bounced as you heard them talking, the sound getting louder as they moved towards the living room.

God, this was an awful idea.

“Hey, Y/n,” Jana waved at you when you looked up, your eyes dropping down to her choice of outfit in confusion. Did she dress up for this? Jana’s clothing choices were always a little dark, but she’s never worn this much leather and is that makeup? Since when does she wear makeup?

A conversation you had with her previously she told you she prefers not wearing any makeup because it brings more male customers, they would rather get tatted by men, she chalked it up to sexism; if you look harder, tougher you can work an ink gun better, that’s what she told you her male clientele thought, you don’t know if you believe her because if anything her makeup makes her look even darker; black eyeshadow layered the corner of her eyes along with a deep red under her sharp eyes giving the illusion of eye bags, paired with a bold red lip. Were you being too observant of her? Or was it that you can’t tell if she dressed up for Jungkook or for you?

Well, she said yes to Jungkook’s offer so probably him.

“H-hey,” she smiled, a hint of amusement glinting in her eyes at your stutter.

Jungkook stood a few feet behind her, eyeing her, that feeling in your stomach shot up to your chest as his hands pulled her backwards into him. You're rendered speechless when she spins around and pushes his hands off, “Uh-uh,” she shakes her head, “I want her first,” Jana points a thumb back at you.

You can’t tell if the way your stomach flips is from anxiety or excitement, but that doesn’t matter as she approaches you. There’s something different about her, its fiery and dark. Maybe it’s because you know you're about to have sex or the fact that she seems more seductive, or is that just you? You take a glance at Jungkook before she fully blocks your view. His hands are folded behind him, like a good obedient school boy as he watches his lip tucked between his teeth. Once her leather jacket blocks your view you are forced to look at her, “Don’t look at him, look at me, okay?” Her demand is soft, her hand on your chin is not.

Nodding you opened your mouth to ask her a question, but her lips were on yours. A few weeks ago you didn’t properly feel her lips on you because you shoved her off, but now, now you can really feel her; you pray Jungkook doesn’t do the same, but you compare. She’s softer than Jungkook, if anyone looked at you two it’d be obvious she’s in control, her hand on the side of your neck angling your head up, she’s so gentle with you, her hands are everywhere, they aren’t that much bigger than yours and they're exploring, groping you.

The first press against your new abdominal piercing elicits a small gasp and then she presses harder, causing you to moan she uses the opportunity to slip her tongue inside your mouth. And you’re falling, letting her lure you into the deeper parts of lust and before you’re ready to admit it, you’re dampening your underwear. Her hand slides up from your neck to your curls fisting the dark locs.

When she breaks away you surprise yourself when you chase her lips with your own, “Breathe,” she tells you lightly pushing you back against the couch, her hand moves again. You’re so aware of every little touch, every little movement she makes is absolutely ruining you and then you remember with a half hazy mind you have an audience. Your eyes catch Jungkook’s just as she presses on your nipples pinching the tiny bud through your shirt, you whimper as she continues tormenting you, “you sound so pretty,” you look away from Jungkook to her, she’s amused intrigued by this display, your body wouldn’t make it to vogue, but she looked at you as if you were the hottest thing she’d ever seen. It made things easier, more exciting.

You allow her pull you up marching towards the hallway, Jungkook following behind and once again you’re trapped between them, but you’re okay with it. You accept Jungkook’s hands on your hips, his lips trailing kisses down your neck, it's only turning you on more. It’s when she stops, do you open your eyes, “Where's your bedroom?” She wonders aloud, Jungkook who's behind you snorts seemingly bemused by her lack of knowledge.

“The second door on the left,” Jungkook spins you around picking you up, his eyes wander over your face for any sign discomfort or regret and though the anxiety butterflies are still going strong you muster your best smile and press your lips to his, “Get in here.” Jana barks, pulling Jungkook’s arm that isn’t holding you up, you hit the bed, but don’t pull away like routine — except Jana is here.

When Jungkook pulls away for air you sneak a glance at Jana, she’s undressing. You try and fail to hide your gasp when she unclasps her bra, her eyes meet yours in a sly manner, she continues while she eyes you, Jungkook nips at your neck bringing your attention back to him, “How do you want us, hm?” Jungkook’s choice of the words—the implication a few weeks ago would have turned you off, offering them as a package deal sounds too intimate.

But it's not a few weeks ago and your panties are sticking to your folds.

“Baby…” Jungnkook pinches your chin turning your face towards him when your eyes stray behind him to Jana, who is now completely naked. “answer me.”

“I-I don’t care,” Jana disappears behind Jungkook’s larger frame only her nails in sight as she kneels behind him her hands running up and down the length of his arms, you’re not sure but it looks like he shivers from the simple touch.

“Mm, you want me?” Jana rests her chin on Jungkook’s shoulder, dropping her hands to his shirt beginning to unbutton it, “Take her clothes off,” Jana eyes the side of Jungkook’s head and he moves pulling off your underwear and sweats in seconds leaving you bare to their hungry gazes, “oh poor baby you’re soaked,” Jana chuckles moving from behind Jungkook to touch you, but also letting you see her truly declothed. Her tits sway as she crawls forward, her eyes are so dark she looks predatory. You’ve always thought of Jana as intimidating, with all her tattoos slash piercings and her bare face that seemed to be always set in a scowl, but it's hot now, it's attractive. She thumbs at your clit and you shudder. “Look at you all worked up…” she mumbles, leaning down planting a kiss on your thigh mere inches away from your heat. Jungkook moves to the side allowing Jana to settle between your thighs as he begins to undress.

It’s happening! Your brain fills in for you, it's really happening. There’s some lingering insecurity buzzing about in the back of your mind as Jungkook watches every move Jana makes to mark up your thighs, the fact that his gaze never leaves her fuels your uncertainty about this whole thing.

But Jana’s licking a stripe up your slit and the insecure voices go quiet. “Taste good,” Jana’s a talker, like Jungkook, you notice as she spreads your lower lips suckling on your clit, Jungkook busies himself with your tits, pinching your nipples as Jana eats you out. You can’t remember the last time you had this much attention from two different people sexually, you feel wanted. Jana moves down testing the waters she licks inside you.

“Oh,” Your fist her hair holding her close as your hips rock up to meet her mouth. “Fuck,” Your eyes shut as she moves back up sucking your clit into her mouth. “G-god,” Jungkook taps your cheek and you're met with the sight of his cock in his hand beside your head.

“There you go,” He groans when you take him into your mouth, just barely moving his hips to not overwhelm you. Jana doesn’t let up sliding two fingers into your entrance, curling them as your back arches off the bed. “Feel good?” Jungkook asks his eyes on you, you hum and he moans rocking his hips a little faster.

“C’mere,” Jana adds a third finger as she leans over you kissing Jungkook. You don’t like that visual at all. You roll your hips in a failed attempt to get them to stop, but Jana only thrusts her fingers deeper making you whine when she hits that one spot that has your toes curling. Pulling off of Jungkook you replace your mouth with your hand stroking him quickly.

“I’m gonna cum,” You warn, they finally pull apart Jana leaning down to kiss you instead, her fingers buried inside your cunt while her other hand rubs your clit.

Jana meets your eyes her lips brushing against yours as she speaks: “Cum for us.”

‘Us.’ Them. The both of them.

You do with a cry, your back arching, she helps you all the way through it curling her fingers, “Good girl,” She brings her slick fingers to your lips, “suck.” You do eagerly, there’s some weird internal need to obey every little request she has, some part of you hopes that if you keep listening to her she won’t need to give any attention to Jungkook—but the other part is also incredibly turned on by her dominating commands and the way she speaks to you. “You gonna make him cum too? Or do you only get to have fun?” You shook your head, her spit slicked fingers grasped your chin turning your head to the side tugging on your skin to get you to open your mouth aiding Jungkook inside.

His hips stuttered barely any assistance needed as he came down your throat fisting your hair to keep you still, “Christ,” You swallowed as you’ve done many times before acutely aware that Jana is here as well erasing the normalcy of your intimate act, but in your hazy mind you find yourself not minding it as much as you thought it would. “Come here,” Jungkook used that same grip on your hair to pull you up, sliding his tongue into your mouth uncaring of his taste still lingering on your tongue.

“Hm, is it my turn now?”

Maybe you were wrong about being okay with it because when Jungkook pulls away from you without even sparing you a glance the wariness and uncertainty about this whole thing fills you once again.

It all happens so fast—Jana’s underneath him her nails digging into the flesh of his back as he fucks her. This is exactly what you feared happeneing and it is—right in front of you. You’re not even participating, just staring. You come to the startling conclusion that it was never really about you, Jungkook just wanted the green light to cheat on you without you getting upset about it. Undoubtedly he’d throw your willing participation in your face if you raised concerns about the scene in front of you later on, and that makes you feel sick to your stomach.

You shouldn’t have agreed to this. Why did you agree to this? You didn’t even want to do this in the first place! You look away from them your heart aching in your chest, maybe this whole thing had one good thing come out of it—a realization, you do love Jungkook, it’s evident by the hurt you feel seeing him with—seeing him fuck someone else.

You’re about the leave the room, desperate to get away from them, this, seeing them together so intimately when Jungkook’s hooded gaze lands on on you, it’s almost like he suddenly remembered you, his girlfriend, is here as well. “Why’re you all the way over there, baby?” The breathless way he speaks makes you feel nauseous not only because it’s a clear result of his current actions, but also because he makes no attempts to stop thrusting inside Jana while he addresses you.

“Feeling a little tired,” You mumble, it's not exactly a lie, but it’s also an excuse, hoping that your confession will end all of this sooner. Unwillingly your eyes briefly flick down to Jana, she’s moaning loudly, her mouth hanging open as she shamlessly utters Jungkook’s name and swears over and over again. You try not to be like that out of respect for your neighbors, it’s like she wants all the attention on her as if fucking your boyfriend isn’t enough for her.

It’s almost as if Jungkook can see right through you because he’s saying— “You want me or her?” He asks delivering a particularly hard theust that has Jana crying out her eyes rolling. “me?”

Yes, you admit, you want him. You want him to give you his attention, to fuck you in front of Jana to deliver some sort of fucked up message that you are his girlfriend, this little group activity you’ve got going on here is just some fun, you are his partner you have him officially, not her. No matter how nicely she moans for him or wraps around him like a koala, she can’t have him like you do.

“Yes,” You nod, you expect him to pull away from her, come to you with your confirmation of wanting him, but he doesn’t, he keeps at it with Jana, his features twisting into a pleasured expression as he stills his hips coming inside her. “are you… are you wearing a condom?” You ask, that’s the only thing you can conjure up over the other thoughts racing through your mind.

Jungkook breathes heavily, turning his head towards you as Jana rolls her hips forward encouraging him to keep going. You don’t know what is going through her head, but the display isn’t sexy, you feel annoyed. “No, she’s clean.” He says sitting back on his calves, his soft cock glistening with his arousal and her wetness.

Right. She is clean, you saw her results, but it still bugs you that he came inside her. That feels like an unspoken boundary that shouldn’t be crossed here regardless of the threesome. “She could still get pregnant,” You mumble bitterly, Jungkook cocks a brow at your tone, your attitude clear.

“I’m on birth control,” Jana informs you, trailing Jungkook’s abs with her nails. “don’t tell me you’re feeling jealous, Y/nie?” Her voice is light and playful as is this grin decorating her lips, but you are jealous. You know you shouldn’t be, you’re with Jungkook, Jana is a temporary addition to your relationship — if you can even call this that. Point is at the end of the night, she’ll go home, you’ll cuddle up to Jungkook and never ever mutter the word ‘threesome’ around each other ever again.

Your silence has Jungkook moving closer to you. “Baby…”

You release your lip from between your teeth. “I’m fine,” You wave off his concerned tone that instinctive nature you have to keep up the perfect relationship act kicking back in. You’re slipping up in front of Jana who now knows what it’s like to fuck him (she already knew, but you don’t know that) what does that look like to her? Opportunity, your mind fills in for you. “let’s continue.”

“Then come here,” Your breath hitches as Jungkook yanks you underneath him by your ankle, “you want some attention? Hm? Is that it?” You glance at Jana, her eyes are closed still recovering from her own orgasm, you nod, you don’t want her knowing that him, your boyfriend, giving her all the attention actually upset you. “Why didn’t you ask me, baby?” Jungkook questions you, leaving open mouthed kisses along your chest. Part of you wants to argue that you shouldn’t have to ask your boyfriend to give you attention, that should be a given, and that you shouldn’t slip his mind the second he starts fucking someone else – but now isn’t the time for that. 

Instead you swallow you true thoughts and feelings and give him a sly grin pushing back his sweaty fringes, “Looked like you were having fun,” He grunts, agreeing with you that he was, ignoring the small pang of jealousy in your chest you sit up connecting your lips. He tastes like her, her lipstick, mangos. Pushing at his chest you settle on his thighs lining him up with your entrance. 

He grabs your hips just before you sink down. “Wait, I’m not ready yet,” You cock a brow at him. 

“Then get ready.” 

“He just came, give him some time,” Jana turns onto her stomach, her feet swinging innocently, “I wore him out,” she giggles. You bite your tongue keeping your comments to yourself. Threesome or not, her mouth is starting to piss you off. “Come on, Kookie,” Your eye twitches, you call him that. That’s your nickname for him among many others, but still it feels like she’s taken something else from you. He came in her, he gave her all his attention for upwards of twenty minutes and now she’s calling him the nickname you made for him? “Your girlfriend wants to have some fun too,” She stands stretching her arms above her head as she makes her way towards the door. “And I need to pee, don’t have too much fun without me!” She calls out, closing the door behind her leaving you and Jungkook alone. He leans back in you, to kiss you once again but you push him off creating distance between the two of you. 

Jungkook looks over at you concerned, “Y/n, are you okay?” Shaking your head you close your eyes trying to shove down the urge to start crying, that’s not sexy at all and any second Jana could walk back in to see just how much her shitty unfunny jokes have affected you. Implying that your boyfriend can’t get it up for you isn’t funny, you know it’s not true either. He needs time to recover, you get that, refractory period be damned, but it still rings true to an extent that he can’t get hard for you right now. And as much as you hate to admit and as irrational as it is you feel kind of insecure about that. “What’s wrong?” It’s this, all of this, you’re regretting it already, feeling bad for yourself. You should’ve just stood firm in your denial, you shouldn’t have done this, but you're in too deep now. If you cut it off in the middle it’ll only look worse. “Talk to me,” he cups your cheek forcing your eyes to him, “do you want to stop?” He asks searching your eyes for something, any hints of the emotions you’re trying so hard to keep at bay. “Y/n-”

“Can you kiss me?” He sports a puzzled expression not expecting your sudden request, “please?” You add softly cupping his cheeks, he nods slowly confused by you, but also wanting to ease whatever tension is rolling off of you right now and if a kiss can do that, then he’ll give you as many as you need. He follows you when you lean back on the bed keeping your lips on one another. “Do you love me?” You ask once you both break away. His eyes widened slightly at your question, he hadn’t anticipated you’d say that of all things. 

And you see it, the hesitation.

And it kills you inside. 

Jana returns pouncing back onto the bed eager to get back into completely missing or ignoring the strange silence that’s enveloped your bedroom.

And you do the same, you ignore.

For hours. 

You successfully take your emotions out of it and give into the lustful desires your body craves. 

And luckily for you, Jungkook, and your relationship it works, for now. 

You’ve never came so many times in one day. You pride Jungkook on a lot of things sexually, but tonight his stamina has proven you need to give him a little more credit. He didn’t make you watch the two of them together anymore either which is another thing you’re giving him credit for. He switched between you two, giving you both ample attention as you kissed each other or groped one another some small part of still you wanted to tell Jana to kick rocks, but you didn’t, instead you kissed her, hard enough to draw blood, but she didn’t mind reciprocating that same exact intensity ten fold. 

By the time you’re finished you can barely move. Despite the internal war you’re having with yourself over doing the threesome, you’ve never felt this peaceful before after sex, you're so exhausted you could pass out. Your legs, jaw and pussy all aching with your vigorous actions over the last few hours.

“I can’t feel my legs,” You say as Jungkook pats your thigh trying to change the sheets.

“Lift up for me a little bit,” You do your best rolling onto your side biting back a whimper.

“Thank you baby,” Jungkook gives you a peck rolling on the new bed sheets. “one more time for me,” You move again a whimper slipping through your parted lips. “you okay?” He asks, settling next to you, kneading your thigh that no doubt will have bruises come morning, you hum but that’s not good enough for him. “lemme see,” gently he pushes your thighs apart his fingers gently brushing over your abused cunt. You hiss backing away into the sheets. “shit, I’m sorry baby.”

“‘s okay,” You slur your head lolling to the side.

“Want me to start a bath for you?” His worried eyes meet your own and you give him a tired smile shaking your head no, truthfully you just want to sleep.

“What? No after care or words of affection for me?” Jana quips, you turn your neck seeing her standing by the edge of the bed, still bare.

Why is she still here?

“Sorry, Jana, that’s reserved for my girlfriend.” He matches her playfulness giving you a fond look. That’s what you meant earlier. She’s here for now, but Jungkook is your man, she will leave and this night will fade into the back of both of your minds as your relationship grows, hopefully strengthening as a result as Jungkook had promised it would.

“The only thing reserved for your girl it seems.” Jana says the teasing tone vacant in her words, it sounds like more of a snarl.

“Jana,” Jungkook says over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed in a glare.

“Sorry, sorry,” She raises her hands in defense. “move over.” She makes a shooing motion and lays down next to you throwing her leg over your center.

Why. Is. She. Still. Here? You wonder again. By now anyone else would get the hint and hit the road yet here she is, cuddling you.

“You’re warm,” She says with a small giggle nuzzling into your side. “you not gonna join us, Kookie?” You glance up at him, his face is the embodiment of your thoughts, he too must be wondering why she hasn’t left yet. “come,” she holds her hand out to him and hesitantly takes it, she quickly pulls him forward on top of her. “I want a kiss too,” She grins innocently, looking at him through her lashes. “pleaseee?” She whines. “just one-“ He shushes her with a kiss and you look away. You hadn’t expected him to actually do it. Another thing that’s bugging you beyond her not leaving is her kissing him outside of you all having sex. That is a privilege specifically meant for only the two of you to share with each other, not her. That’s not what the point of this was.

Their kiss is longer than yours was, more than a simple peck, you even hear her moan into his mouth. Okay, that’s enough. You clear your throat and she pulls away from him directing her attention to you, “What? Do you want a kiss too?” Your brows furrow you already got one from him, she slots her lips against yours, oh, that's what she meant. “there, now we’ve all kissed.” She grins, you return her smile with a smaller one nodding.

“Right… so did you drive here or…” You trail off hoping she gets the that it’s her cue to leave.

“I’mma stay,” She hums the sound bordering on a whine. “I’m too tired to drive right now,” As she snuggles close to you, you give Jungkook a look, he simply shrugs and lays down beside her. This is not how you wanted the night to end, not at all.

“I’m gonna go get a water,” You say, peeling Jana off of you, really you just want her to stop touching you like you’re lovers. You fucked sure, but she should have left, not made herself at home in your bed. Ignoring the exhaustion and your achy muscles you escape to the kitchen leaning against the counter for a breather. You can at least find solace in the fact that you finally did it, it’s finally over. Jungkook and you will go back to your old ways and Jana will be left with the memories of sleeping with the both of you.

You grab a water from the fridge before heading back to your room. You can’t allow Jana to make you feel out of place in your own home. You'll be an adult about this and ask her to leave as nicely as you can. Jungkook seems to disagree with that idea because the second you get back to the room you're greeted with the sight of her on top of him.

Oh.

It’s fine, you tell yourself, you weren’t in the room, but you did all just have sex it’s still technically considered part of the threesome, right?

It is fine, but that doesn’t mean you want to see it. You leave the room closing the door behind you to muffle her and his sounds. You’ll allow him this, he can purge himself of all those sexual desires he has and then come back to you like normal. This is okay, you assure yourself. It’s just a one time thing. Plus it’s not cheating if you know about it…right? These thoughts torment you until you passed out on the couch blissfully unaware of what’s to come.

read me it’s overrrrr or is it..? I really want to be done with this series  and focus on my other works but THE VOICESSS… let me know if yall want more - heads up if i do write more it would be centered around another love interest and jk would be more of a “background character” anyways thank you for reading <33

[fentyjjk]

pairing namjoon x fem reader x jungkook

synopsis in an attempt to finally ask your fuck buddy to be your boyfriend, you take him camping, your plans are soiled when he brings along his friend, jungkook.

warnings y/n is the bigggggggest simp for namjoon, accidental blow jobs, outdoor sex, plot twist (no spoilers!), pwp if you squint, drinking, black oc headcanon, somnophilia, overuse of italicization, JOONS MF ARMS, jungkook with rings <3, prior context so we not confused joon did what y/n is doing now before (ofc in a different setting) so this is an unspoken boundary that they have explored prior (it’ll make sense when you read it !)

read me outdoor sex, that’s it.

In theory this was a good idea, sacrificing your comfort for the devastatingly beautiful Kim Namjoon who showed a hint of interest in you was worth it.

With one minor hiccup.

Namjoon had invited others, his friends, to what was supposed to be your third date. Namjoon liked nature, he was one of those people that loved the beauty of the outdoors and its grounding qualities, so you had the perfect plan: camping! You were raised in the fast paced city of Seoul, never stepping foot in the countryside, but for him, Namjoon, you planned an entire weekend trip to a camping resort you’d heard about from a friend of a friend. It would have been the perfect place to ask him to be your boyfriend…if he hadn’t invited his friends.

You try your best to keep your facial expression in check despite the utter disappointment you feel that they’ll be joining you, it’s hard, but you manage a smile. Namjoon introduces you to only two other people; Jungkook who's a year younger than you guys and only recently transferred to SU and Stacey. In any other circumstance you’d be happy to meet the people closest to Namjoon, Jungkook seems nice enough and Stacey is a foreigner, she's not black like you, but you could probably relate to each other in terms of experiences in Korea.

And yet you can’t see the joy in them being here.

You take the opportunity to softly break the news to Namjoon and question as to why they’re there when they begin to lug their equipment to your reserved camping lot. You stand beside Namjoon who is busy unpacking the trunk, looking back to make sure they’re out of ear range before you bring it up.

“So… you brought your friends?” Namjoon hums, carefully placing both of your tent wraps on the leaf filled ground. The weather is perfect for camping. Winter had winded down a little over a month ago and the warm temperature and beauty of spring was great for camping.

…And out door fucking if Namjoon was down for that.

You twist your lips to the side, “I wish you would’ve told me, I would’ve brought my friends as well.” You lie, it’s better to lie than be embarrassed that he didn’t know this was a date… right?

“You still can! Just call them, the park's last minute reservations close in an hour,” Namjoon informs you, swinging both your backpacks onto his ridiculously buff arms courtesy of his military service. “I didn’t know you wanted to bring your friends that bad,” Namjoon gives you a look of uncertainty, “I thought this was a double date.” No you didn’t want to bring your friends, that was a lie what does he think y—wait.

Come again?

Namjoon chuckles when you pause in your tracks, your lips parting in surprise, “Well.. don’t look so shocked,” he teases that dimple you love oh so much making an appearance on his cheek. “I'm not that clueless, Y/n.” You shake yourself out of your initial shock swallowing.

“I just—oh my god, Joon, I was so upset!” You exasperate, lightly hitting his arm.

“I know I could tell, you’re so easy to read.” He chuckles again continuing your walk after nudging your arm, “I’m sorry for not asking beforehand, Kook just met Stacey and wanted to take her out somewhere inexpensive. You know college is expensive as hell and all that stuff,” Oh you understand, “plus this place is notorious for wildlife sightings. It's better to have a group to push down and make a run for it than just us you know?” You gawk at him and he laughs lightly nudging your arm again, “kidding! I’m kidding.”

By the time you two reach the patch of land designated for your camping—or glamping as you like to call it despite Namjoon correcting you—Jungkook is halfway done setting up his tent, the little plot of land next to him is cleared out the words ‘TENT PLACEMENT #2’ written out in the dirt with white spray paint on the left. Ah, so direct.

Stacey takes it upon herself to get to know you a little better informing you that she’s not just white, but half Asian and she’s been living in Korea for quite some time, you nod along to what she says barely giving any responses as your eyes focus on Namjoon’s hands and arms while he sets up your tent with ease, he didn’t even ask for help…

So ridiculously hot.

Jungkook prepares the small dining area behind you guys, setting up small lanterns around the makeshift kitchen he’s made, he briefly explains to all of you to turn them on when its dark as they’ll kill any bugs that venture into your lot.

And Namjoon had the audacity to say it wasn’t glamping.

Night came fairly quickly, the mountains in the far distance shrouded in darkness standing tall and intimidating from your spot by the fire. Despite it being Spring the nights lingered with Seoul’s winter breeze and of course you needed to fit the camping experience and set up a fire—well Jungkook and Namjoon did all the heavy lifting collecting the wooded pieces and assorting them to perfection.

And if you thought Namjoon was hot before nothing compared to watching him easily handle five logs onto his shoulders and set them down without as much as a groan.

His arms will be the death of you.

Jungkook, Namjoon’s friend, noticed you shivering and offered you a blanket while Namjoon added the finishing touches to the fire you took the heavy material with a smile missing the distasteful look Stacey sent you.

“How long have you and Joon been together?” She asks as you wrap yourself in the thick wool blanket.

You look back at Namjoon to make sure he’s engrossed in helping Jungkook cook the food before you lean towards her whispering, “We’re not together yet! I’m going to ask him to be my boyfriend later on, probably tomorrow to be honest.” She licks her lips humming.

“You must really like him, huh?” Your brows furrow at the tone she takes on, but nod nonetheless because of your course you like Joon you wouldn’t be caught dead sleeping in the woods if you didn’t. “Just be careful alright? I’ve heard some things about him in relationships, just watch out.” You would ask her what she’s heard but you hear a very clear and loud: ‘Dinner!’ Ending your conversation.

By the campfire you enjoyed surprisingly good sandwiches and half watered down beers Stacey’s prior warning fading into the back of your mind the more beers you downed. Jungkook took it upon himself to indulge you in all the hilarious mishaps of their childhood together while Namjoon blushed furiously (cutely) Stacey seemed to only get more touchy and flirtatious as she drank more beers leading Jungkook to take her to the tent so she can sleep off whatever lingering horniness she was feeling.

When he returns Namjoon offers him another beer but he refuses, “I need to be able to drive into town in the morning, I forgot my sunscreen.” You perk up reaching into your bag.

“Here you can use some of mine…it is scented though if you have a problem with that—“

He’s quick to cut you off shaking his head, “No, no, thank you.” You hand him the small bottle catching sight of the rings lining his fingers.

“Those are sick,” You compliment him, he looks down at his hand smiling proudly, he wiggles his fingers.

He shows you his other hand which is also covered in slightly less rings than the other, “Thanks, I got them from a friend's shop, she has some on sale right now, you want the info?” He asks followed by a small yawn.

“Sure in the morning though, you look ready to pass out.” Jungkook stifles a chuckle.

“Stacey is not easy to put to sleep while she’s drunk.” Namjoon laughs at that.

“Oh yeah we know.” Your face grows hot as you recall her very loud ’no I don’t want to go to sleep, why won’t you fuck me?’ ‘Kooooookie, I’m horny.’ oh and who could forget: ’just the tip? Please pleaseee?’ If that’s what she’s like drunk you can’t imagine what she was like sober and horny. You don’t blame her though you were a few beers deep and desperate to get back to your tent, but first to spare you and Namjoon the embarrassment of having his childhood friend hear you two go at it, you want him to get well into a deep sleep before that happens.

“Alright I’ll catch you guys in the morning.” You say your goodbyes to Jungkook watching him disappear into his tent enclosure.

Huh, they look kinda similar in the dark, you think looking between your tents.

“You ready to turn it in?” Namjoon questions, as the fire begins to die down.

“In a minute I’ll be in, wait up for me?” He hums kissing your cheek before he leaves your little fire set up for your shared tent. Once the zipper comes down you take a minute to take it all in, you actually find yourself enjoying the outdoors; it differs from Seoul, quiet, but loud in its own naturistic way. You also used the time to adjust yourself making sure your bra looks good under your shirt and spray a tiny bit more perfume on yourself.

You ventured out to the small bathroom station that was a short walk from your campsite filling a bottle with water to completely put out the fire. The door creaked open giving you half a heart attack before you fully got a good look at the figure looming in the doorway, Stacey.

“Jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me.” You sighed, rubbing your chest to calm your rapid heart beat.

“Sorry gotta take a piss, and maybe vomit.” She choked holding her mouth, you capped your bottle of water leaving Stacey alone in the bathroom. On your way back to your campsite you wondered if you should have helped her back to the tents, but reckon that if she could get there while shitfaced she can make it back.

After putting out the fire you pushed your boobs up over your shirt exposing an unnecessary amount of cleavage, checking your appearance on your phone to make sure your attempt at seduction wasn’t too obvious. You close out of your camera app smiling at the drying wood, you were more than ready to enjoy a semi private hook up with Joon and then a good night's rest with lots and lots of cuddling.

With a small dilemma.

Earlier when you thought the two tents looked similar you weren’t kidding and right now they look almost identical. If you were slightly more buzzed you would have gone for the left tent, but that’s Jungkook and Stacey’s and yours is on the right. You slowly unzip the tent hearing Namjoon’s light breaths, you always thought he'd be a snorer because of his large build, but no, only light comforting breaths.

Crawling, you hit your head on the lamp hanging from the tent ceiling, but you don’t turn it on wanting it to be dark. You don’t want to wake up Namjoon.

What guy doesn’t like being woken up with a blowjob? Plus you owe him for waking you up in a similar fashion a few weeks back.

You briefly turn around to zip up the tent, the darkness fully encompassing your surroundings, you barely see Namjoon’s face and squinting doesn’t help, but nevermind that you need to get to work. Slowly, you lift the cover, the same one from earlier that Jungkook gave you. He must’ve offered it to Namjoon, you make a mental note to thank him in the morning since it is quite cold.

Once fully settled underneath the blanket you feel up his legs, he switched his shorts for sweats and unfortunately for you when you reach upwards your fingers brush over a tied knot, “Son of a bitch,” you mumble, why’d he tie them? Gently you sit back on his calves, still under the cover of the blanket you delicately unravel it pausing when you feel him shift, but he doesn’t move much, your ass is on his leg’s keeping him in place. When you deem him unaware (when you get impatient) you get back into position leaning forward your ass high in the air, you only lower his sweats enough to free his cock, huh no boxers. Namjoon’s never gone commando before yo your knowledge. After every hookup he at least fell asleep in boxers, but maybe he was too tipsy to remember to put some on, you brush it off for now licking your hand, it’ll make things easier.

He’s soft when you take him into your slick hand twitching when you grip him properly, still asleep though. Your stomach coils with heat and want when you hear a low confused groan and then another when you open wide stretching your mouth around his length. You go slow at first, you have to, maybe it’s because you're buzzed but he feels thicker.

“Wha…” You bob your head faster as he begins to fully wake up, “fuck,” he rasps egging you on, leaning down you take more of him into your mouth and partially down your throat, his groans grow louder in volume breaking off into lower throaty moans, his hand reaches under the blanket fisting your curls, something hard akin to metal scrapes your head, but the pain meshed with the heat growing in your stomach makes you moan, which makes him moan. “God, fuck, fuck,” He guides your head up and down the grip on your hair tightening when you trail your tongue over a vein running under his cock. You shift on your knees rubbing your thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure between them because this is turning you on way more than it should.

“Fuck, Stace, I’m gonna come.” Everything freezes, or maybe you just freeze up because he—Jungkook is breathlessly asking, “Shit, baby why’d you stop?” You remove your hand first, your mind blank, but it’s not it’s loud, so fucking loud because this can not be happening. You sit up slowly, the taste of him weighing heavy on your tongue, the blanket falls with your movement, the pitch black giving you a momentary shield, but it doesn't last.

“I-I didn’t know,” You choke out your eyes teary, in the darkness you can make out Jungkook sitting up and reaching forward clicking on that God-awful light. He squints when the light floods his eyesight, but when it registers, what just happened and who you are his eyes double in size looking you over once, twice just to confirm that you, Namjoon’s…girlfriend? Gave him head just now. His panicked expression only makes you ramble more, your tears actually spilling over as you try to explain, defend yourself. “I-it’s so d-dark I couldn’t tell, I-I thought this was our tent! I-I just — I’m drunk, I-I couldn’t t-tell, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You sob through your explanation as Jungkook pulls the blanket over his crotch to cover his still hard cock. It might have gotten harder because of you crying, but you don’t need to know that information. “I was-wasn’t trying to assault you or anything-oh m-my God I’m an awful p-person—“

Jungkook reaches over to comfort you, but you flinch so instead of touching you his hand hangs awkwardly in the space between you, he puts his hand down sighing, “It’s okay, okay? Breathe.” You take some much need deep breaths, surprised by Jungkook’s calm demeanor especially because of your current situation. He does actually touch you this time rubbing your forearm. “I’m not upset, okay?” You nod wiping your tears, “Joon can never know.” Your eyes meet his, your brows furrowed, you open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it, “He won’t understand like I do, he’d never be able to see you the same.” The admission puts you back on the brink of hyperventilation, but Jungkook’s gesturing you out of the tent. “Go, I don’t know when Stacey is coming back, I don’t want to fuck things up with her.” God, how could you have forget about her?

“Okay, I-I really am sorry, Jungkook.” Jungkook lets out a heavy breath, nodding.

“I know.” He asserts, glancing back you catch a small reassuring smile on his lips, “Goodnight.” You don’t say it back, quickly leaving the tent.

Jungkook lays back onto the blankets, biting into his forearm as strings of his seed spurt from his cock smearing his abdomen and the blanket.

Jesus fucking Christ.

read me i feeeeel like i could add more to this but idk what… yk? so for now it’s a one shot ❕ also my cover image wouldn’t come out right so for now there’s no cover

[fentyjjk]

pairing namjoon x fem reader x jungkook

synopsis in an attempt to finally ask your fuck buddy to be your boyfriend, you take him camping, your plans are soiled when he brings along his friend, jungkook.

warnings y/n is the bigggggggest simp for namjoon, accidental blow jobs, outdoor sex, plot twist (no spoilers!), pwp if you squint, drinking, black oc headcanon, somnophilia, overuse of italicization, JOONS MF ARMS, jungkook with rings <3, prior context so we not confused joon did what y/n is doing now before (ofc in a different setting) so this is an unspoken boundary that they have explored prior (it’ll make sense when you read it !)

read me outdoor sex, that’s it.

In theory this was a good idea, sacrificing your comfort for the devastatingly beautiful Kim Namjoon who showed a hint of interest in you was worth it.

With one minor hiccup.

Namjoon had invited others, his friends, to what was supposed to be your third date. Namjoon liked nature, he was one of those people that loved the beauty of the outdoors and its grounding qualities, so you had the perfect plan: camping! You were raised in the fast paced city of Seoul, never stepping foot in the countryside, but for him, Namjoon, you planned an entire weekend trip to a camping resort you’d heard about from a friend of a friend. It would have been the perfect place to ask him to be your boyfriend…if he hadn’t invited his friends.

You try your best to keep your facial expression in check despite the utter disappointment you feel that they’ll be joining you, it’s hard, but you manage a smile. Namjoon introduces you to only two other people; Jungkook who's a year younger than you guys and only recently transferred to SU and Stacey. In any other circumstance you’d be happy to meet the people closest to Namjoon, Jungkook seems nice enough and Stacey is a foreigner, she's not black like you, but you could probably relate to each other in terms of experiences in Korea.

And yet you can’t see the joy in them being here.

You take the opportunity to softly break the news to Namjoon and question as to why they’re there when they begin to lug their equipment to your reserved camping lot. You stand beside Namjoon who is busy unpacking the trunk, looking back to make sure they’re out of ear range before you bring it up.

“So… you brought your friends?” Namjoon hums, carefully placing both of your tent wraps on the leaf filled ground. The weather is perfect for camping. Winter had winded down a little over a month ago and the warm temperature and beauty of spring was great for camping.

…And out door fucking if Namjoon was down for that.

You twist your lips to the side, “I wish you would’ve told me, I would’ve brought my friends as well.” You lie, it’s better to lie than be embarrassed that he didn’t know this was a date… right?

“You still can! Just call them, the park's last minute reservations close in an hour,” Namjoon informs you, swinging both your backpacks onto his ridiculously buff arms courtesy of his military service. “I didn’t know you wanted to bring your friends that bad,” Namjoon gives you a look of uncertainty, “I thought this was a double date.” No you didn’t want to bring your friends, that was a lie what does he think y—wait.

Come again?

Namjoon chuckles when you pause in your tracks, your lips parting in surprise, “Well.. don’t look so shocked,” he teases that dimple you love oh so much making an appearance on his cheek. “I'm not that clueless, Y/n.” You shake yourself out of your initial shock swallowing.

“I just—oh my god, Joon, I was so upset!” You exasperate, lightly hitting his arm.

“I know I could tell, you’re so easy to read.” He chuckles again continuing your walk after nudging your arm, “I’m sorry for not asking beforehand, Kook just met Stacey and wanted to take her out somewhere inexpensive. You know college is expensive as hell and all that stuff,” Oh you understand, “plus this place is notorious for wildlife sightings. It's better to have a group to push down and make a run for it than just us you know?” You gawk at him and he laughs lightly nudging your arm again, “kidding! I’m kidding.”

By the time you two reach the patch of land designated for your camping—or glamping as you like to call it despite Namjoon correcting you—Jungkook is halfway done setting up his tent, the little plot of land next to him is cleared out the words ‘TENT PLACEMENT #2’ written out in the dirt with white spray paint on the left. Ah, so direct.

Stacey takes it upon herself to get to know you a little better informing you that she’s not just white, but half Asian and she’s been living in Korea for quite some time, you nod along to what she says barely giving any responses as your eyes focus on Namjoon’s hands and arms while he sets up your tent with ease, he didn’t even ask for help…

So ridiculously hot.

Jungkook prepares the small dining area behind you guys, setting up small lanterns around the makeshift kitchen he’s made, he briefly explains to all of you to turn them on when its dark as they’ll kill any bugs that venture into your lot.

And Namjoon had the audacity to say it wasn’t glamping.

Night came fairly quickly, the mountains in the far distance shrouded in darkness standing tall and intimidating from your spot by the fire. Despite it being Spring the nights lingered with Seoul’s winter breeze and of course you needed to fit the camping experience and set up a fire—well Jungkook and Namjoon did all the heavy lifting collecting the wooded pieces and assorting them to perfection.

And if you thought Namjoon was hot before nothing compared to watching him easily handle five logs onto his shoulders and set them down without as much as a groan.

His arms will be the death of you.

Jungkook, Namjoon’s friend, noticed you shivering and offered you a blanket while Namjoon added the finishing touches to the fire you took the heavy material with a smile missing the distasteful look Stacey sent you.

“How long have you and Joon been together?” She asks as you wrap yourself in the thick wool blanket.

You look back at Namjoon to make sure he’s engrossed in helping Jungkook cook the food before you lean towards her whispering, “We’re not together yet! I’m going to ask him to be my boyfriend later on, probably tomorrow to be honest.” She licks her lips humming.

“You must really like him, huh?” Your brows furrow at the tone she takes on, but nod nonetheless because of your course you like Joon you wouldn’t be caught dead sleeping in the woods if you didn’t. “Just be careful alright? I’ve heard some things about him in relationships, just watch out.” You would ask her what she’s heard but you hear a very clear and loud: ‘Dinner!’ Ending your conversation.

By the campfire you enjoyed surprisingly good sandwiches and half watered down beers Stacey’s prior warning fading into the back of your mind the more beers you downed. Jungkook took it upon himself to indulge you in all the hilarious mishaps of their childhood together while Namjoon blushed furiously (cutely) Stacey seemed to only get more touchy and flirtatious as she drank more beers leading Jungkook to take her to the tent so she can sleep off whatever lingering horniness she was feeling.

When he returns Namjoon offers him another beer but he refuses, “I need to be able to drive into town in the morning, I forgot my sunscreen.” You perk up reaching into your bag.

“Here you can use some of mine…it is scented though if you have a problem with that—“

He’s quick to cut you off shaking his head, “No, no, thank you.” You hand him the small bottle catching sight of the rings lining his fingers.

“Those are sick,” You compliment him, he looks down at his hand smiling proudly, he wiggles his fingers.

He shows you his other hand which is also covered in slightly less rings than the other, “Thanks, I got them from a friend's shop, she has some on sale right now, you want the info?” He asks followed by a small yawn.

“Sure in the morning though, you look ready to pass out.” Jungkook stifles a chuckle.

“Stacey is not easy to put to sleep while she’s drunk.” Namjoon laughs at that.

“Oh yeah we know.” Your face grows hot as you recall her very loud ’no I don’t want to go to sleep, why won’t you fuck me?’ ‘Kooooookie, I’m horny.’ oh and who could forget: ’just the tip? Please pleaseee?’ If that’s what she’s like drunk you can’t imagine what she was like sober and horny. You don’t blame her though you were a few beers deep and desperate to get back to your tent, but first to spare you and Namjoon the embarrassment of having his childhood friend hear you two go at it, you want him to get well into a deep sleep before that happens.

“Alright I’ll catch you guys in the morning.” You say your goodbyes to Jungkook watching him disappear into his tent enclosure.

Huh, they look kinda similar in the dark, you think looking between your tents.

“You ready to turn it in?” Namjoon questions, as the fire begins to die down.

“In a minute I’ll be in, wait up for me?” He hums kissing your cheek before he leaves your little fire set up for your shared tent. Once the zipper comes down you take a minute to take it all in, you actually find yourself enjoying the outdoors; it differs from Seoul, quiet, but loud in its own naturistic way. You also used the time to adjust yourself making sure your bra looks good under your shirt and spray a tiny bit more perfume on yourself.

You ventured out to the small bathroom station that was a short walk from your campsite filling a bottle with water to completely put out the fire. The door creaked open giving you half a heart attack before you fully got a good look at the figure looming in the doorway, Stacey.

“Jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me.” You sighed, rubbing your chest to calm your rapid heart beat.

“Sorry gotta take a piss, and maybe vomit.” She choked holding her mouth, you capped your bottle of water leaving Stacey alone in the bathroom. On your way back to your campsite you wondered if you should have helped her back to the tents, but reckon that if she could get there while shitfaced she can make it back.

After putting out the fire you pushed your boobs up over your shirt exposing an unnecessary amount of cleavage, checking your appearance on your phone to make sure your attempt at seduction wasn’t too obvious. You close out of your camera app smiling at the drying wood, you were more than ready to enjoy a semi private hook up with Joon and then a good night's rest with lots and lots of cuddling.

With a small dilemma.

Earlier when you thought the two tents looked similar you weren’t kidding and right now they look almost identical. If you were slightly more buzzed you would have gone for the left tent, but that’s Jungkook and Stacey’s and yours is on the right. You slowly unzip the tent hearing Namjoon’s light breaths, you always thought he'd be a snorer because of his large build, but no, only light comforting breaths.

Crawling, you hit your head on the lamp hanging from the tent ceiling, but you don’t turn it on wanting it to be dark. You don’t want to wake up Namjoon.

What guy doesn’t like being woken up with a blowjob? Plus you owe him for waking you up in a similar fashion a few weeks back.

You briefly turn around to zip up the tent, the darkness fully encompassing your surroundings, you barely see Namjoon’s face and squinting doesn’t help, but nevermind that you need to get to work. Slowly, you lift the cover, the same one from earlier that Jungkook gave you. He must’ve offered it to Namjoon, you make a mental note to thank him in the morning since it is quite cold.

Once fully settled underneath the blanket you feel up his legs, he switched his shorts for sweats and unfortunately for you when you reach upwards your fingers brush over a tied knot, “Son of a bitch,” you mumble, why’d he tie them? Gently you sit back on his calves, still under the cover of the blanket you delicately unravel it pausing when you feel him shift, but he doesn’t move much, your ass is on his leg’s keeping him in place. When you deem him unaware (when you get impatient) you get back into position leaning forward your ass high in the air, you only lower his sweats enough to free his cock, huh no boxers. Namjoon’s never gone commando before to your knowledge. After every hookup he at least fell asleep in boxers, but maybe he was too tipsy to remember to put some on, you brush it off for now licking your hand, it’ll make things easier.

He’s soft when you take him into your slick hand twitching when you grip him properly, still asleep though. Your stomach coils with heat and want when you hear a low confused groan and then another when you open wide stretching your mouth around his length. You go slow at first, you have to, maybe it’s because you're buzzed but he feels thicker.

“Wha…” You bob your head faster as he begins to fully wake up, “fuck,” he rasps egging you on, leaning down you take more of him into your mouth and partially down your throat, his groans grow louder in volume breaking off into lower throaty moans, his hand reaches under the blanket fisting your curls, something hard akin to metal scrapes your head, but the pain meshed with the heat growing in your stomach makes you moan, which makes him moan. “God, fuck, fuck,” He guides your head up and down the grip on your hair tightening when you trail your tongue over a vein running under his cock. You shift on your knees rubbing your thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure between them because this is turning you on way more than it should.

“Fuck, Stace, I’m gonna come.” Everything freezes, or maybe you just freeze up because he—Jungkook is breathlessly asking, “Shit, baby why’d you stop?” You remove your hand first, your mind blank, but it’s not it’s loud, so fucking loud because this can not be happening. You sit up slowly, the taste of him weighing heavy on your tongue, the blanket falls with your movement, the darkness giving you a momentary shield, but it doesn't last.

“I-I didn’t know,” You choke out your eyes teary, in the darkness you can make out Jungkook sitting up and reaching forward clicking on that God-awful light. He squints when the light floods his eyesight, but when it registers, what just happened and who you are his eyes double in size looking you over once, twice just to confirm that you, Namjoon’s…girlfriend? Gave him head just now. His panicked expression only makes you ramble more, your tears actually spilling over as you try to explain, defend yourself. “I-it’s so d-dark I couldn’t tell, I-I thought this was our tent! I-I just — I’m drunk, I-I couldn’t t-tell, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You sob through your explanation as Jungkook pulls the blanket over his crotch to cover his still hard cock. It might have gotten harder because of you crying, but you don’t need to know that information. “I was-wasn’t trying to assault you or anything-oh m-my God I’m an awful p-person—“

Jungkook reaches over to comfort you, but you flinch so instead of touching you his hand hangs awkwardly in the space between you, he puts his hand down sighing, “It’s okay, okay? Breathe.” You take some much need deep breaths, surprised by Jungkook’s calm demeanor especially because of your current situation. He does actually touch you this time rubbing your forearm. “I’m not upset, okay?” You nod wiping your tears, “Joon can never know.” Your eyes meet his, your brows furrowed, you open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it, “He won’t understand like I do, he’d never be able to see you the same.” The admission puts you back on the brink of hyperventilation, but Jungkook’s gesturing you out of the tent. “Go, I don’t know when Stacey is coming back, I don’t want to fuck things up with her.” God, how could you have forget about her?

“Okay, I-I really am sorry, Jungkook.” Jungkook lets out a heavy breath, nodding.

“I know.” He asserts, glancing back you catch a small reassuring smile on his lips, “Goodnight.” You don’t say it back, quickly leaving the tent.

Jungkook lays back onto the blankets, lightly biting into his forearm as ropes of cum spurts from his twitching cock, smearing his abdomen and the blanket.

Jesus fucking Christ.

read me i feeeeel like i could add more to this but idk what… yk? so for now it’s a one shot ❕ also my cover image wouldn’t come out right so for now there’s no cover

[fentyjjk]

chapters 1 | 2

pairing jungkook x fem reader

synopsis a continuation of love lost part one, ie the events leading up to part one taking place/when jungkook proposes that you take part in a threesome you're caught off guard and deny his proposal, but you know and he knows you’ll eventually give in.

warnings jungkook is BEYOND scummy in this one, coercion, cheating, LOTS of talk about sex (this is not an exaggeration,) threesome, sexual manipulation, smut, failed attempt to force a threesome, brief sexual assault(?) (it was an unexpected kiss that was not much appreciated nor liked,) insecure y/n, same sex sex scenes, smut, angsty if you squint, hoseokishere, namjoonishereaswell, dead dove do not eat !!!!

read me finally spun back to this one ! part one and two can be read as a stand alones, this is 20k words… please leave a like/note and or comment lastly... ENJOY !

You sighed in relief as you finally pushed open your front door, you’d been struggling for a few minutes to press the correct keypad input with your hands full. Once the wooden door swung open, you were ready to drop the heavy bags into the opening to relieve the burning ache from your hands, pausing when you see Jungkook sitting there putting on his shoes. Frowning you stepped over him, he didn’t acknowledge busy with his other shoe. “Are you going out? It’s late.” You called out to him, hastily putting the warm milk into the fridge, if you were lucky the milk wouldn’t spoil. It's not your fault. Summer was quickly fading into fall, the temperature drops came faster than expected and you were not prepared for it. The milk had to pay the price for your unreadiness as did your gas, due to the heat in your car blasting the entire way home.

“Yeah, me and the guys are gonna grab a bite at Choi’s.” He replies standing to his full height he pats his pockets double checking he has everything.

You pause, letting the fridge door slide closed, “Choi’s?” You scoff, reminiscent of a laugh, “babe where are you getting Choi money from?” You question staring at him through your kitchen window. “don’t tell me your idol career came back to life.” You snigger behind your hand as he flips you off. “No, but seriously, you can’t eat out at Choi’s, Jungkook.” You tell him, resuming your actions of putting the groceries away.

“Baby, it's just a one time thing, I’ll be right back.”

“Jungkook, I’m not kidding around. We barely have the money to pay to live in this apartment and you want to go eat at a high restaurant? Are you insane?” He sighs, closing his eyes.

“Why do you always do this?” He mumbles, but you hear him just fine.

You ignore the clear annoyance in his tone and instead ask, “Do what exactly?”

“Badger me like I’m some fucking kid.” At that you laugh, “why’re you laughing?”

“Because you’re not making any sense.” You shrug, “I’m being reasonable about our money, and you’re not.” He comes into the kitchen silently watching you organize the freezer foods. You eye him when you stand up, his jaw is set and his arms are folded.

An argument is brewing.

Luckily for Jungkook you’re too tired to hash it out. Softening your voice as best as you can you say, “Jungk—“

“I’m getting a tattoo, okay? Happy?” He uncrosses his folded arms motioning at you dramatically. You are relieved he’s not going to Choi’s, but not for long.

“Why’d you lie to me then?” You chuckle in uncertainty, glancing at Jungkook he tongues his inner cheek before shrugging.

“I don’t want you to come with me.” You gape at him, although this is not the first time he’s told you this, it still surprises you each time. He’s never given you solid reasons why and you usually tag along anyway. As silence falls over you two he can see the cogs turning in your head forming a question, you open your mouth to voice it, but he holds up his hand silencing you. “Baby, you just got home,” he starts, taking your hands in his own, “relax, watch a movie. I’ll be back in a few hours.” He promises, squeezing your hands, then he lets go leaving the kitchen.

“I’m not that tired,” yes you are. You were close to falling face first into the freezer moments ago. You're exhausted from working and then going grocery shopping, but you had to get it done. After all, Jungkook hadn’t done it and you asked him multiple times throughout the week to just pick up a few things you needed and he still hadn’t, conveniently always having something to do. “I’ll change and then we can go together.” You smile preparing to leave the kitchen, but he stops you by your hips, pulling you back into his chest.

“Baby,” he mumbles into your neck, “I’ll be right back, hm? Then I’ll be all yours.” The familiar heat settles in the pit of your stomach at his words and the close proximity between you two.

You smirk as a thought pops into your head. “We can fuck in the car.”

“I’m getting a thigh tat, baby, that’d hurt.” He snorts pressing a kiss to your neck, you hum thumbing over the top of his watch.

“Who said anything about me riding you? You can do all the work, I’m tired, remember?” You grin craning your neck to press a chaste kiss to his lips. He drops his head back to your neck, mouthing along the skin there.

“Which is why you should stay here, Y/n.” His teeth graze your skin and you swallow a moan, this tactic won’t work on you, you need to go — you will go. You’re not particularly fond of Jana or her twin sister Hana. Though they've done the majority of your (and Jungkook’s) tattoos and they believe you’re all friends, you think differently. Hana is too touchy with Jungkook and flirty (as if you don’t exist) and her sister sees no issue with her sister’s behavior and laughs it off. It’s also why you haven’t gotten back to them in two years about your planned trip to Jeju. Aside from that, you don’t like the idea of Hana showing up to her sister's parlor while Jungkook is there and you’re not, because more often than not if he’s there she “randomly” shows up, even on her days off.

“No, let me change. I’ll be right back.” Jungkook sighs, letting you go to your shared bedroom to do as you said. Slipping out of your denim shorts you can’t shake the weird feeling in your gut. Jungkook would never do anything with Hana, he practically laughs in her face when she flirts with him, and for Jana it’s no different although she’s never made a move on him in your presence. She has more respect for your relationship than her sister. You'll give her that. But still want you to go because you’re pretty sure when Jungkook schedules an appointment for a new tattoo or a piercing Jana tells Hana, it's by no means a coincidence that she randomly comes to the shop when he’s there. But Jungkook wouldn’t do anything, you know that. Even if you’ve drifted apart in the last few years you’ve both remained faithful and with the recent arguments you two have been getting into —which results in no apologies and angry sex— that achievement deserves its own appreciation.

Stepping back into the living room Jungkook is nowhere to be found. Confused, you move to the bathroom, but he’s not there either. He didn’t leave you, no, he wouldn’t do that, right? Not when you so clearly told him you wanted to go. You reach for your phone ready to curse Jungkook out as his name flashes on your screen.

Answering, you prepare to yell at him, but he beats you to it, “It's cold, I'm warming up the car, come down when you’re ready, baby.” You close your mouth expelling the breath that was saved for shouting allowing your anger to fade away at his thoughtfulness.

“I’m coming now.”

The familiar scent of mangos and that unbearable ‘clean’ smell hits your nostrils as soon as you step into Jana’s parlor, the bell above the door chiming. “Hey.” Jana greets Jungkook unable to see you behind his broad frame, she sounds far too friendly for your liking and you step into view making your presence known. Her grin slightly falters as her gaze shifts behind him to you. “Oh... Y/n!” She tries to convey that same friendly tone, but it's evident it's forced. You ignore her sitting into the black rolling chair next to the reception desk. No one’s here, but you three you notice. Glancing up at the black clock on the wall you know why; it's past closing time. It's ten, the shop closes at seven. The uneasy feeling is back as your mind makes up the worst case scenarios of why in the hell Jana is willing to do a tattoo for Jungkook three hours after closing.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Jungkook places a paper in your hands. Your confused eyes meet his, but he nods down to it and you examine the sheet, it's a sketch of a snake, its body is wrapped around what looks to be a thick pole, Jungkook explains it represents his thigh, he’s asking for your opinion.

“Which thigh are you getting it on?” He taps his left thigh, you hum deep in thought. “I think it’ll look good.” He smiles displaying his teeth, before leaning down and kissing your lips.

“Thank you baby.” You mumble a you’re welcome pulling away from him. You wouldn’t have retracted so quickly, but in your peripheral you see Jana blatantly staring at you. You relax as they start up a conversation, Jungkook sitting down on the black leather seat while Jana washes her hands, preparing to tattoo him. You scroll mindlessly on your phone for the time being, glancing up, you look back down to your phone and then the image before you processed and your head shoots back up.

“What are you doing?” The question slips out before you can fully articulate just how bothered you are by the scene before you; Jana on her knees a black cushion beneath her while Jungkook’s jeans pool around his ankles. If not for the shorts hidden by his jeans you would’ve been shouting by now.

Jana prepares the ink gun raising her brows, “What’s wrong?” You scathingly laugh.

“Why’re you on your knees?” Seeing the look Jungkook gives you you mumble the last bit, fearing you may be making a big deal of nothing — no, no the fuck you’re not. Jana is on her knees in front of your boyfriend. If this wasn’t utterly disrespectful, it's at the least unethical. You squeak out an excuse as they both stare at you expectantly, “your knees will hurt...” You murmur weakly.

“I don’t mind being on my knees for a few hours.” You don’t miss the sly grin she sends Jungkook, eyeing him through her lashes. Jungkook coughs looking away, avoiding your eyes.

What the fuck?

You open your mouth to bark out a snarky remark, but the loud whirring of the ink gun fills the other wise silent parlor and you shake it off, leaning back into the chair.

You’ve been staring, Jungkook knows you have. He’s sneaking peeks at you every few minutes just to see your unwavering stare on Jana. You don’t care if you’re playing into the jealous girlfriend act right now. You’re not okay with the position they’re in and they -especially her- need to acknowledge that. But even when Jana catches your stare she just smiles returning to her work.

You only left once to use the bathroom, Jana had moved in your absence. Before, her hand rested on the floor propping her up onto the pillow as she worked. Now, her hand that isn’t occupied by the ink gun rested on Jungkook’s bare thigh. You bit your inner cheek, drawing blood to hold back your curses, this was so incredibly wrong. The ideas you have in your head just by seeing them in this position makes you wonder what the hell Jungkook might be thinking looking down at her between his legs smiling up at him innocently while they make conversation.

Your jaw clenched so tight you’re afraid your teeth may shatter, but you can’t do anything. If you blow a gasket, Jungkook leaves with a half done tattoo, or Jana sees you and Jungkook aren’t as happy as you act in front of your friends -weakness in a relationship breeds opportunities for people like her and her sister- you can’t believe you never assumed Jana felt that way towards Jungkook. Nor considered that she would do something so provocative knowing your relationship with him.

Jungkook’s stare on you becomes increasingly judgemental when he picks up on your scowl. Initially, he thought you were intrigued by Jana’s work like any other time you two came together. You'd watch closely asking questions about every little detail although you hadn’t done that in a few months. Your lack of input into the conversation was obvious, your anger as well. His eyes leave yours as he jumps, the needle digging into his flesh as little beads of blood spill. “Ow, shit.” He reaches for the wound to cover it, but Jana swats his hands away.

“Why’re you so jumpy? You have like a thousand tattoos and don’t touch, you’ll get it infected.” She scolds him reaching for a sterilizing wipe.

“I have tattoos up here,” he gestures to his upper body, “not on my thigh, you know that.” It’s true, she’s given him every tattoo he has. She knows he’s just recently started to fill his lower half with ink, but the way he words it makes you feel uneasy.

She hums, once again looking up through her lashes a small smile decorating her lips, “Well we’re gonna have to fill all this up then, hm?” She drags her fingers down his right thigh to his ankle and he visibly swallows. It’ll be over soon, you tell yourself but it's not helping, not when she strokes the skin of his ankle adding, “you wanna be tatted down to here?” Maybe it’s all in your head. Maybe in any other context that normally unassuming sentence wouldn’t have sounded like a sexual insinuation. Maybe Jana’s just offering more of her services. But you’re fuming and can’t stand the sight of him and her like that.

“I think you should take a break.” Jungkook looks at you with big eyes, shocked that you’ve actually spoken after an hour of silence and glaring.

Jana shakes her head tossing the bloodied wet wipe into the granite trash bin beside her thighs. “I don’t need a break, I want to finish as soon as possible.”

“Well, if you wanted that you would’ve done the tattoo during open hours not at ten at night,” Jana turns to you ready to reply as you quickly approach them, yanking Jungkook up out of his seat. He almost kicks Jana in the head, and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t so pissed off. “You’re taking a break.” You leave no room for argument as you drag Jungkook away from that bitch, to the back room. You slam the door pulling at the ends of your hair which you’d no doubt be upset about later on as you just got a silk press done a few days ago, but you were stressed out and your hair turning into a curly mess while you’re angry is the least of your problems.

“Bab—“ Jungkook closes his mouth when you turn to him, the look in your eye begs him to light the fire under you. One wrong word and you'd curse him out, uncaring if Jana hears how upset she truly made you with her little stunt. He swallows, licking his lips, he examines your features, attempting to find the right words. “Y/n,” No pet names, your name. No doubt he can see how upset you are and he’s not sure if the next few hours will go over smoothly if you continue like this. “What’s wrong?”

You scoff at him releasing your hair, “What’s wrong?” You repeat his question and he nods despite knowing you for almost six years he can’t pick up on the mocking tone you hold, “Jungkook, she’s on her fucking knees giving you a tattoo when she doesn’t have to.” It’s Jungkook’s turn to scoff waving you off as being dramatic, he readies to leave the room, but you grab his wrist. “Kook, we’ve seen her give thigh tattoos before she doesn’t need to be on her fucking knees for you.” Jungkook flinches at the for you disliking the choice of words.

“I only have eyes for you, baby.” He watches you closely as he grabs your hands like he did earlier as if trying to calm a wild bear, cautious and weary. And now it’s clear you’re the bad guy in this instance, to him at least.

You pull away from his hold plopping down onto the leather couch. If you’d look up you’d see the small smirk decorating his lips as you stretch out onto the couch, you were so cute. Jungkook always thought you were cute when angry, not all the time, sometimes you truly pushed him to the edge, but nonetheless you were so adorable. Looking at you now fiddling with your fingers he wants to laugh at how ironic this predicament is. You're so upset by Jana on her knees whilst unknowingly sitting on the couch where they’ve done much worse.

“That doesn’t matter to me, Kook. She’s being disrespectful.”

“To who?”

“Me!” You exasperated, throwing your hands up into the air. Jana was the main cause of your outrage at the moment, but Jungkook was really starting to piss you off. You just wanted him to see the issue with what she was doing, but it’s as if he’s acting stupid—you pray that’s the case because if not he is just plain fucking stupid. “Us, you! Jungkook, if I got on my knees for another man to give him a tattoo how would you feel?” He’d be pissed, much more than you are now.

He shrugged, “If you were more comfortable that way then.. I guess I’d be fine with it.” He forces the untrue words out of his mouth and you notice shaking your head at him bluntly lying to you.

“I want her off her knees, now.” You started reaching for the door handle, turning the knob but Jungkook was shuffling forward.

You face him as the familiar clicking sound fills the space, “Wait in the car.” You open your mouth to protest as reaches for your hand, forcefully closing the car keys in your palm, his larger hand covering your own. “Do it, please, you can even take a nap.” He smiles, trying to calm the lingering tension in the air.

The fight is leaving your body as you look over him. You’re well aware that he’s only trying to deescalate the situation and with the lack of adrenaline from before fizzling out you nod wanting nothing more than to snuggle up in the car.

And you do just that.

“Where’d she go? Home?” Jungkook shakes his head, making himself comfortable in the leather seat.

“She’s tired. She’s gonna sleep in the car.” Jana hums, flicking on the ink gun, “don’t do this again.” He warns as her hands hover above his skin, the whirring needle grazing the flesh of his thigh.

“Hm, are you really that upset?” She smirks, setting down the gun, Jana lightly grips Jungkook’s knees forcing him to remember all the times they’ve been like this before under much different circumstances. “And I wasn’t lying… you know I can be on my knees for hours at a time.” She grins.

And if you had stayed awake just a bit longer to watch them through the glass windows you would’ve seen Jungkook pulling her forward by her neck to kiss her.

The car beeping is what awakes you, Jungkook closing the door after completely bringing you out of your groggy state. “Hey, sleepy head.” Jungkok teases leaning over the console as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

You yawn, stretching your limbs, “You’re done?” He nods motioning to his thigh. If you were a little less tired you’d question why he switched out of his jeans and where they went, but you don’t. You press the car light studying the intricate lines that form a snake wrapped around Jungkook’s thigh, covered by a thin layer of saran wrap. The tattoo only adds to his intimidating aura and although you’ve known him for far too long to see him that way, from an outsider’s point of view he looks cool and edgy. “It looks nice.” You hum in approval, swiping your thumb along the skin under the tattoo. “You look sexy with it.” Jungkook chuckles, leaning over the console once again this time to seal your lips together.

“What did you say about fucking in the car again?” He rasps amusement dancing in his eyes, but there’s lust as well.

“Now that you mention it, I’m not all that tired anymore.” You push your car blanket aside sliding into Jungkook’s lap, he hisses readjusting your position on his lap. “Shit, sorry.” He shakes his head waving off your concern.

“It’s fine.”

And then you fuck right there in the car in the parking lot of Jana's shop. Jungkook’s evident desire for you solidifies his previous statement; he only has eyes for you.

Jungkook has been overly nice to you since the tattoo incident. Though you weren’t as angry as you usually are when you two argue he’s still silently apologizing; doing anything you ask around the house, buying you random gifts, going out of his way to bring you lunch or make you breakfast if you forget. Thinking this over after he parted from your office leaving you with a bento box, you knew he wanted something. Something big. It's been two months and he kept up the nice boyfriend display. He even started apologizing first at the mere hint of an oncoming argument. It was strange which is why you’ve been pondering just what the hell he wants to act so tedious around you.

The final gift he gave you before asking was a candlelit dinner. In awe you looked around your living room, it was something out of a hollywood movie. Red and white balloons filling the room from, rose petals forming a mini walkway to the table with candles beside them adding to the romantic aura. Jungkook helping you out of your coat and heels is what brings you out of your daze. You eye him, he looks and smells good. His biceps bulge as he hangs up your coat, his thighs doing the same when he bends down to carefully take off your heels. “Jungkook… what the fuck...” Jungkook chuckles at your amazement, guiding you to the dining table, he pulls out your chair where you two typically eat take out in silence. He motions you to sit.

“Lean forward.” You do and he gently moves your box braids forward so they don’t get caught between your back and the chair. Yeah, something is definitely up.

You keep your questions to yourself as he prepares your plate asking about your day, typical, but weird. It’s never been this chatty between you two. Which considering that you’ve been together for five years is probably a bad thing, but it works for the both of you, because if you don’t speak there’s no opportunity for arguments.

After eating, you sat in silence, the crackling of the candle dead center on the table filling the room. Jungkook’s previous chattiness was now as you’re realizing a result of him being nervous…and then it dawns on you.

Oh fuck, he’s gonna propose.

You didn’t even consider that a possibility earlier, but it all makes sense. Jungkook’s behavior has been to stay on your good side in hopes that you’ll say yes to him, he must really want to marry you. Thinking back on how difficult your relationship has been over the years your eyes well up with unshed tears, despite your issues Jungkook still wants to marry you. He still wants that traditional picture ‘perfect’ life with you. And only you. “No, why’re you crying?” He asks, reaching across the table for your hand. God, he even grabs your left hand.

Not wanting to spoil that you’ve caught onto his plans you wave him off, dotting on your tears with a napkin. “Nothing, this is.. this is so beautiful, Jungkook. Thank you.” His smile making your heart throb. You can still pick up on his lingering nerves as he prepared bungeoppang for the two of you. Frowning, you gestured to his empty plate, “You don’t want any?” He gives you a tight smile shaking his head no. “Why not?”

“I’m eating light.” I might vomit if I eat anymore, he wants to say that, but he can tell you’ve already picked up on his uncontainable anxiety. You say nothing else, cutting into the bread, you take a bite. You purposely eat slowly, mulling over Jungkook’s hastily approaching proposal. Are you even ready to get married? Five years is a fairly long time to be together without a ring and finally when meeting new people you wouldn’t have to introduce Jungkook as your boyfriend of five years, but your fiancé. But that didn’t mean you were ready. Was Jungkook even ‘the one’ for you? Glancing up at said man he offers you a warm smile, his eyes turning to tiny crescents, as cute as he is and as skilled as he is sexually that doesn’t mean he’s a lifelong partner.

The spark isn't there anymore relationship-wise, you both could attest to that. You can’t pinpoint when it died out—maybe it was two years back when arguments were an almost guaranteed daily occurrence or maybe it was the second year you were together when Jungkook silently made you choose between your job and him. You take a small bite of the bread and drop your fork, Jungkook’s eyes meet yours as the chair screeches behind you with the force of your stance. “Y/n—“

“I need to use the bathroom, excuse me.” You escape to the hall without waiting for his reply. Locking the bathroom door behind you, you leaned against it, your heart hammering in your chest. Your thoughts were making you extremely anxious probably even more so than Jungkook. Your breaths come out uneven and quick.

Get a grip, Y/n.

It’d be a waste of five years if you said no to Jungkook. Although saying no doesn't necessarily mean the relationship is over, you can’t imagine Jungkook’s ego accepting that you denied him. You fish your phone out of your pocket, you need advice. Opening your chat box with your bestfriend you nibble on your bottom lip. Lia wasn’t exactly fond of Jungkook, but she is the closest person to you, she could put her opinions aside to help you out.

You

Lia, Jungkook’s about to propose to me and I don’t know what to say.

Lia

Jungkook? Propose? What?!

You

I know, I know fuck I'm so nervous

Lia

Why?

You

I’m not 100% on saying yes, but neither am I 100% on saying no

Lia

Y/n.. you know how I feel about Jungkook

You do, Lia’s expressed discontent for your relationship with Jungkook ever since you chose to stay in Korea for him all those years ago. He was actually the cause of your first real argument with her. You were far too defensive of your decision and Jungkook and she was set on pointing out all the flaws he had. She was only looking out for you, but you didn’t see it that way.. which led to you mentioning her relationship with Yoongi and how despite his issues (like him being unfaithful to her when they dated in college) she was still with him.

“That’s different.” She told you fed up with the constant back and forth and your audacity to bring up her relationship, “I left Yoongi after that, you know that. We only got together again years after college it took me a long time to trust him again, and this isn’t even about me, Y/n!” It wasn’t but you were tired of being on the hot seat, she was scolding you like you were her child long before she had Yori. You snicker at the thought, she was always meant to be a mom.

You

I do, but I don’t know what to do with myself, I’m hiding out in the bathroom and he’s just out there waiting

You can imagine her sighing now, you’ve asked too much of her over the years when it comes to Jungkook and you. Her relationship wasn’t perfect, but her and Yoongi as you like to call it made it out the mud. They have a beautiful baby girl and they’re married and actually happy, not playing up some facade for the acceptance of others. She’s put her true feelings on the back burner a thousand times to aid you in your relationship issues, but this was huge. Marriage wasn’t something you flip a coin over. Paired with the fact that you’ve told her you don’t want to redo marriage again if it doesn’t work out, she doesn’t want to screw you for life because of poor wording.

Lia

Y/n, this choice is yours, if you’re having doubts you might already have your answer, but if its general nerves then think it over.

Lia

I can’t tell you whether or not to accept a proposal, even as your best friend that choice is yours alone.

You know that, but you’re so hopelessly lost, and back out there with Jungkook staring at you like you hung the moon and the stars just for him isn’t making things any easier.

Lia

Tell you what let's do a pros and cons list

Lia

Cons first go

You

We argue a lot, he’s oblivious to girls flirting with him, he makes poor financial choices, he’s stubborn, he refuses to see my point of view on certain things

Lia

Five cons, pros now

You

The sex is good…

Lia

That’s it? The sex?

Reading over your texts you can’t think of anything else that makes you yearn to accept Jungkook’s proposal. Other than the fact that you don’t want to be thrust back into the world of dating and starting over again. In addition, no one you’d slept with before you got with Jungkook gave you as many mind blowing orgasms. You come to a realization then. Those are also the top two reasons you haven’t broken up when advised to by Lia. A sad fact to face is that, your pros for marriage are also the only two things keeping you with him.

Lia

Do you even love him?

Instinctively you want to say yes you do love him. For five years you couldn’t be bound to him by lust alone, right? You had to love him. Ignoring the thoughts that remind you of how empty you feel telling him you love him you type your response.

You

Yes I do.

Lia

But all you can come up with is sex? That's why you want to marry him? Seriously?

You

Why did you marry Yoongi?

Lia

This isn’t about me, Y/n

You

Please just tell me why

Lia

He makes me a better person as stupid as it sounds. When we’re together he makes me feel like I can do anything, he cares for me like truly cares for me… he has his moments where he struggles to verbally express it, but he shows it through his actions. He tries, despite our past he’s shown me he’s not like that anymore, he’s grown since then.

It’s wrong to compare, you’re aware but looking at your relationship objectively next to hers, it's a losing battle. Jungkook brings out the worst in you- scratch that, you bring out the worst in each other. It’s either fucking or fighting, sure one is innately better than the other it’s usually a result of the ladder.

You

How do you know you love him?

Lia

Yori, when I see her I think of him.. its hard to explain, but it's like seeing our love in physical form, and just seeing how he loves her makes me fall harder every day, I’m not just in love with him I fall harder every day.. ah this is so cheesy

You begin to type out another question that could aid in your decision when a soft knock to the door startles you. The cause of your anxiety calling out to you, “Baby, are you okay? It’s been almost twenty minutes.” Fuck, had you really been gone that long? You mentally praise yourself for texting Lia instead of calling her because God knows how long Jungkook’s been outside the bathroom. Locking your phone you turn on the sink, splashing some cold water on your face, you catch a glimpse of your appearance in the mirror. The mental dilemma is written all over your face. The black pants suit you put on this morning drowning your shaking form.

You can’t hide forever.

Drying your hands you unlock the door, Jungkook looks down at you for an explanation but you brush past him, going to back the dining room. He joins you at the table this time sitting beside you instead of across from you, you still don’t have a clear answer for him, but the stalling is coming to an end as he opens his mouth.

“So.. Y/n.” He grabs your hands, a nervous grin layering his lips. “I have a question to ask you.” He goes to stand up but you force him back down, gripping his thigh.

“Jungkook..” you say through a strangled breath, knowing what's coming is taking all the energy out of you, knowing that you have to say no is weighing you down. But that’s the only option you have. Lia was right, you have no real reason to love Jungkook anymore, but you won’t bruise his ego by declining his proposal. It's best to just stop while you’re both ahead. “I can’t—I..” you swallow nervously, “I love you..” you quietly mumble, “but this? I can’t do this.” You let go of his hand gesturing to the air around you.

“What? I’m sorry I’m not following?” Hearing the evident confusion in his tone you look up at his face matching his words he looks utterly confused.

You fiddle with the fabric of your pantsuit, closing your eyes as you finally say, “I’m not ready, Jungkook, I can’t marry you.” You don’t know how you expected him to react to your denial, maybe he’d leave or shout at you, maybe throw a thing or two—he’s never done that before, but that’s just a possibility of how he would display his attitude towards your reluctance to wed him. However, he did none of what you would’ve guessed, instead he laughed.

Now you were the confused one, “Baby, what?” He dotted under his eyes as if wiping away tears, his nervousness from before now replaced with pure amusement at your assumption. “I wasn’t gonna propose to you,” he reassures you cupping your cheek. “I was going to ask you.. if you would be down for a threesome?” The second the word ‘threesome’ leaves his mouth your heart drops. He rambles on, but you cannot hear him because your boyfriend of five years just told you he wants to invite another person into your sexual space.

Your eyes begin to gloss over as he drones on about how good it’d be for your relationship, something about “strengthening your bond” and “spicing up your sex life” when the first few tears fall he stops speaking, gently cradling your face in his large palms.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” The soft tone isn't lost on you, nor is how careful he’s being just like before. How could you have been so stupid? For five years Jungkook hadn’t proposed, for five years you two mostly argued and fucked things out, you weren’t fit for a wife and he damn sure was no husband. All that carefully curated buildup, all the nice things he’d done for you wasn't for you to agree to marriage, but to willingly engage in a threesome. For two months, he’d been nothing but incredible to you for this. A fucking threesome. Everything's blurry with your glossy eyes, but somehow you manage to shove Jungkook’s hands away from you and stumble into the bathroom, locking yourself inside like earlier.

“Y/n…” Jungkook knocks against the door, sighing when he’s only met with your light sobs. “I didn’t ask to upset you, I-I thought it’d be fun.” Despite his intentions he did upset you. The one thing you pride yourself on in your relationship is your sex, its why it was your number one pro to marry Jungkook after all. Your sex is unmatched, you do not want to share him with anybody and you thought he felt the same.

Jungkook has ruined you for other men—granted they all come in different shapes and sizes. Jungkook's build, his stamina, and his knowledge of how to get you over that blissful cliff is hard to find in anyone else. It took only a few days for Jungkook to know everything that turns you on and only a day to make you enjoy overstimulation. As odd as it was, you thought that was the same for him. Sure, he could find another woman, one with different tits and less of a stomach, and a fatter ass (although he loves your ass) but it would be pointless to start over again, not when he has you. But then again that’s the difference between you and him gender wide at least. Women for him just have to be wet enough, tight enough and he’s good to go. Men have to be Jungkook. There’s no way around it.

The thought of him fucking someone else in front of you—cumming from someone else while you watch doesn’t make your stomach coil in lust, but unease and disgust. You’ve caught Jungkook’s eyes wandering before on women, but that didn’t matter because he would never cheat on you, but now thinking back on it maybe he was looking at them as possible candidates for your threesome. Jungkook knows your body well, yes, but he knows your mind just as much if not better and just like him you know eventually with enough pushing and sulking on his end you’ll give in.

That night you stayed in the bathroom sleeping uncomfortably in the tub over having to face Jungkook. In the morning, you left without waking him up, struggling to look at his sleeping figure without getting teary eyed. It pained you to know that Jungkook wasn’t as satisfied with your sex life as you were. You lacked something that he thought he could get from another woman. He was kind enough not to cheat, but fucking another woman in front of you is the same thing, no? You can’t tell when the sex got boring for him, when did he realize he needed something you couldn’t give him? He can’t fake an orgasm that’s for sure and each time you’ve went at it like animals he’s come so what is it that made him want this?

After eight grueling hours at work you went over to Lia’s place. Yoongi was at work and Lia had just gotten off and though she had her hands full with Yori she put her down for a nap to hear you out. You presumed you looked how you felt, like shit because she was offering you a drink to ease whatever turmoil was rolling off of you. Lia liked to say she can pick up on energy and if she can she knows that you tossing back two shots back to back is due to something inherently negative.

“So.. you told Jungkook no?” Ah, that's right. After crying yourself into passing out you never told Lia how it went or even corrected yourself that he didn’t want to marry you, but fuck you with another woman present. So you explain just that and how stupid you felt for thinking that way in the first place. She takes your hand in hers offering you a small smile, “If you don’t want to do it, then don’t. He can’t force you.” But he sure as hell can guilt trip you, but you don’t say that instead down another shot. “Y/n..” It’s pointless sitting here talking to Lia about this.

Jungkook will get his way, it's been like that for the entirety of your relationship. Whether that’s your job overseas, you chose Jungkook and with this threesome ordeal it’s inevitable you’ll cave and choose Jungkook again. The whole thing makes your head hurt -or maybe it’s the shots- no matter the circumstances you’ll always put Jungkook first. It’d take some serious wrongdoing for you to put your feelings and your comfort at the forefront over his and Lia must know it too as she holds you, allowing you to cry.

You couldn’t hide out at Lia and Yoongi’s house forever, not even when she offered you her guest bedroom, a place you’ve slept many times after countless arguments with Jungkook. Said man was sitting on the living room couch when you attempted to quietly slip out of your shoes and escape to the bathroom to shower, hopefully putting off your conversation, but you know the beeping of the keypad gave away your presence. “Y/n.” He calls out to you as soon as you reach the hall that leads down to the bathroom. “We need to talk.” He sighs standing up.

“No we don’t.” You attempt and quickly fail at isolating yourself in the bathroom, Jungkook stands there in the doorway pouting at you. Ah, another tactic. He’s sulking faster than you thought and successfully pulling at your heart strings, pushing you closer to caving earlier than you hoped.

“I wanna say—“ you turn your back to him running the bathwater as you check the temp for the water. “Y/n.” The annoyance in his voice is obvious but you don’t give into him, beginning to strip. Clad in your undergarments he finally stops you spinning you towards him by your bicep, he’s too strong for his own good. “I said, we need to talk.” Scoffing, you pull your arm away.

“And I said no we don’t.” Jungkook rubs his temple sighing as you get into the shower sliding the glass door closed, the water beating down on you muddling his words. It’s when the talking stops you think he left and finally allow yourself to relax. The main reason you're putting the conversation off is because you know you’ll give in if he keeps using his Jungkook tactics, without fail it’ll work on you, but also you don’t want to hear Jungkook’s excuse for wanting to openly cheat on you. Even if he doesn’t see it as infidelity, it is. And hearing Jungkook dance around why he wants another person would only be hinting at your lack of something sexually, your ego doesn’t need to hear that either.

The shower door slides open, Jungkook slipping in behind you. God you really hate how excited that makes you despite all the other negative feelings he’s brought out of you the last two days. He reaches in front of, grabbing his shower gel, his arm brushing against your hip. Fuck, is this another tactic? He washes himself in silence and you do the same. No words are exchanged and you’re thankful that you’ve managed to yet again evade the topic until he breaks the peaceful atmosphere.

“I just wanted to try something new.” He tells you pulling you into his chest. “Okay? That’s it, baby,” He takes your shower gel and the sud-filled rag in your hand washing your front again. “I love you, you know this.” Do I? You bite your tongue to prevent the question from slipping out, that question would bring on an even more uncomfortable conversation, one you and Jungkook have avoided for years.

“Why, Jungkook?” You lean back into his touch, unfortunately yearning for it regardless of the inner battle you're having mentally. “We can do anything and everything to each other so why do we need another person? Whether that be guy-“ his face turns up repulsed by the idea reflected in the wide shower head, “or girl.” His features relax, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“That’s why, we’ve done everything, but this.” His hands drifted downwards. “we’ve technically had sex in public, we’ve fucked in every position possible-“ he pauses watching your facial expression in the metal shower head above turn from worried to something he’s more familiar with, desire. His fingers ghost over your clit as he leans down to your ear, purposefully pressing his lips to your skin. “This would benefit both of us..” he murmurs, kissing behind your ear. “think about it… me fucking you while another girl kisses you doesn’t turn you on?” Well, with his fingers actively working to turn you on, yes it does.

“Why n-not a guy, huh?” Jungkook shakes his head meeting your eyes in the shower head, “w-why?” You swallow a moan when he slips one finger inside you slowly working you open.

“I don’t want you with a guy.” He says simply shrugging. That’s unfair—no, it’s fucking absurd!

Pushing his hands away from your cunt, you face him still throbbing between your legs but having enough decency and common sense to know that letting him finger you whilst having a conversation like this will only end badly for you. “Jungkook, what makes you think I want to see you with another girl?” He furrows his brows, opening his mouth to reply, closing it again he looks away from you. “Kook, I really don’t want to do this, okay? Unless it’s with a guy I’m out.” Sliding the shower door open you leave him there with his thoughts.

You were pissing him off, the fact that you had yet bowed your head and bit your tongue to please him was unnerving. A whole week had gone by since your shower together and you were stone walling him. Unbeknownst to you he’s trying to make things better for the both of you. Though he’s been dabbling in cheating with Jana for a little while now he wouldn't have to if you had all had sex.

It makes sense to him.

You all hookup, you’d realize how amazing she is and something could come of that maybe a relationship, but you’re so insistent on fucking a guy Jungkook is close to giving up on the threesome idea altogether. Jana was easier to convince than you, of course she was, she’s not in love with him like you are, but still. Last night was the final straw, you promised Jungkook to look for someone for your threesome, and to his displeasure you were looking for a guy, not a girl.

You weren’t looking, despite Jungkook’s worrying thoughts you were not scavenging males for someone to fuck you. He was upset by your suggestion the other night that was clear but so were you if not more. The only way he stopped talking about the threesome was by you bringing up your fake seeking out of another male partner for sex, it worked, but he was pissed. He was also avoiding you, coming home late and leaving early. It made you happy that the idea of a man sleeping with you even if he was present bothered him so much that he needed time away from you, plus now he knew how you felt after he admitted to wanting that with a woman.

Walking the busy streets of Seoul you could forget about all that. A slither of peace was offered to you as familiar tunes flooded the Seoul streets. You stopped to look at some cute puppies pressed against the glass of a pet store. You’d been here before to Jung’s Pet Store. If your building didn’t have a pet fee you would’ve bought one of the cute pups home by now. Busy crouched and tracing the glass to entertain a cute german puppy you don’t notice someone approaching you from behind. “Netter 97,” your head shoots up at the familiar voice, your eyes widening in recognition at the male beside you.

“Hoseok!” You stand ignoring the ache in your legs from your position throwing your arms around the male. “Oh God, no one has called me that since college.” You slap his arm and he grins pleased that you remember the nickname he created for you, you were fairly athletic back then, in college and excelled at volleyball. When you pull away from the embrace he eyes your hand, no ring. His grin widens.

“Ah, its been so long, how have you been?” He asks leaning against the glass where the puppies helplessly bark for your attention, your eyes flicker down to them and back up to him, he reminds you of them as weird as that may sound. In college, he was always energetic and smiling like a puppy and even now though he looks more mature, but still just as cute and full of life.

“I’ve been good, how about you?” You reciprocate his smile, making grabby hands at the cute pups giggling when one of them jumped towards the glass.

“Stressed,” you give him a concerned once over your brows drawn together, “it’s nothing serious, my granddad passed away and-”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Hoseok’s still smiling as he waves off your apology already having heard that same statement thousands of times.

“Its fine, uhm, he owned this place actually,” he points a thumb back towards the shop your in front of, “-and he sort of left it to me.” Your eyes double in size, the place you’ve come by almost everyday after work is owned by your ex from college and you haven’t noticed up until now… wow. “It's a new thing, so I’m just a little antsy about it.” He chuckles, rubbing at his nape.

“Ah, I hope things get better for you, Hoseokie.” You look back down as the new addition to barking pups a tall doberman catching your attention causing you to miss Hoseok’s light blush at the nickname.

“Thank you..” he clears his throat bringing your attention back to him as he straightens himself pushing off the glass. “I’m sorry, I have to ask.. Did things work out with Jungkook? Or… are you single?” Your brows raised in shock, your lips parting, you hadn’t expected that. “Sorry, sorry. Was that too straightforward? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfor-” you lightly grasp his forearm, cutting off his nervous ramblings.

“Its okay.” You offer him a smile, “and to answer your question, me and Jungkook are still together.” You tell him dropping your hand from his flannel clad bicep.

“Ah..” Hoseok only lets you get a glimpse of his disappointment before it dissipates into a smile which is undoubtedly forced. “He hasn’t made a wife out of you yet?” He queries nodding down to ringless hands.

You bite your bottom lip shaking your head. “No.” You hide your hands in your jacket pocket, “He hasn’t gotten around to it yet and things have been..” you trail off. Things have been shitty, awful, terrible, if Jungkook proposed right now you’d probably laugh in his face. “Rocky as of late.” Hoseok nods, taking in your negative description of your relationship. Hoseok isn't as bitter as he was back then over you choosing Jungkook over him. Back then you tearfully claimed you caught feelings for Jungkook you didn’t know how it happened but you did, things could change now the roles could flip and you could choose him.

“I hope things get better, I would’ve made you a wife by now, you’re too pretty to just be someone’s girlfriend.” He tells you casually, chuckling at the taken aback expression on your face.

“Hey! Hoseok, I need help in here!” A woman inside calls out to him, holding two boxes with the infamous cat brand “Min” labeling the sides. He pays her no mind looking back to you and the woman huffs dropping the boxes.

Oh God is that his girlfriend?

“Are you flirting with me while you have a partner?” You quickly whisper as the fuming woman strolls closer, from this angle she sort of looks like a feminine version of him.

“No! That’s my sister- ow!” She tugs on his ear when she gets to you two.

“Why’re you chatting up customers? There’s boxes that need to be unpacked and customers waiting in line!” Now you can see the sibling dynamic, calming your worried thoughts. Hoseok truly is still the same caring heartwarming guy he was back then, he’d never cheat.

The same can’t be said about Jungkook.

He smacks her hands off, glaring. He closes his eyes inhaling deeply before he opens them gesturing at you as you wave sheepishly at the woman. “This is Y/n.” Her eyes widen dramatically letting out a loud ah in realization.

“So you’re the girl Hoseok won’t shut up about? You finally gave him a chance? He’s been pining since col-” Hoseok slaps his hand over her mouth dragging her back into the shop as she yells protests and swears into his palm.

“I’ll see you, Y/n! If things don’t work out my numbers been the same since college!” You giggle at the scene the heat from earlier filling your cheeks once again, if you were lighter you’d be blushing. Giving one last tap to the glass you bid goodbye to the pups and Hoseok as well before heading home. Although it’d be shitty from the obvious attraction Hoseok still has for you, Hoseok could do well in your threesome. You’ve had sex with him before numerous times actually and he’s no Jungkook, but he’s good in bed.

Returning home, Jungkook didn’t acknowledge you which you were immensely thankful for. Each time he opened his mouth the conversation would magically drift towards the threesome and then an argument. Unlike the other times you’ve had your disputes it didn’t end in sex, but door slamming and someone leaving. It was appalling to you that he was still set on this threesome despite your reluctance to even see it as a possibility for the two of you. It isn’t until your cutting a variety of vegetables and he’s grabbing a drink from the fridge do either of you speak.

“How was your day?” He speaks first, no surprise there, you weren’t looking to talk anyway.

He eyes you nervously playing it safe with his word choice, so you take the bait, slicing a carrot as you shrug. “It was fine.” Jungkook’s gaze falls to the little chops you're making, biting the inside of his cheek, he exhales. You can already feel the exhaustion taking hold of you as he opens his mouth, ready to start up yet another argument. “Jungkook, I already told y—“

“Can I hold you?” You go silent, stunned at his question, the knife in your palm clattering onto the cutting board. “we barely talked this week…” His shoulders slump, his grip tightening on the bottle in his hold as he confesses, “and I miss touching you..” his doe eyes meeting yours has you nodding letting him come around the counter and press himself to your back. You resume cutting enjoying the warmth he provides and somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind you admit you missed him too. Even if you’re arguing you at least see each other, touch each other even if it is sexually and as result of a fight, you’re around one another.

These past few days have been long and distant, Jungkook’s stubbornness paired with your avoidant behavior made for a never ending cycle of not speaking to each other or even sleeping in the same bed. Him being here, wrapped round your waist softly humming into your neck, comforts you in a way you can’t remember feeling in the last few years of your relationship.

He surprises you when he speaks again this time whispering a soft I’m sorry. You put down the knife spinning in his hold. “What?” You breathe baffled that he’s apologizing first, not ignoring the issue or fucking it out with you like usual.

He swallows, his eyes dropping to the gold pendant hanging low on your neck, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have forced that onto you, or even asked—“ You have a strong urge to kiss him and you do gently cupping his cheeks, “What was that for?” He asks, his lips brushing yours.

“I’m not sure,” you tell him quietly, not wanting to ruin the slice of comfort you’ve created in the kitchen.

“Can we just.. go back to how things were?” You nod, kissing his cheek.

“No more talk of a threesome.” You warn him jokingly holding up your knife. He smiles agreeing with a grunt when you turn around. His smile falls as you resume preparing dinner, his jaw set. You’d agree, he thought, you just need a little more of a push. Jungkook’s not stupid, he knows the core of your relationship is based in sex. He sees it when he stops you from preparing dinner and bends you over the counter. You look at him with so much emotion more than you ever have when telling him you love him. So, if you sleep with Jana while he’s present maybe a relationship can prosper from there. You just need a little time.

Jungkook, to your surprise, didn’t mention the threesome. Five months had passed and you’ve fallen back into your routine, Jungkook and you weren’t arguing as much either, in fact getting over the little issues that had risen months ago after his proposal had made you stronger, or so you thought.

You were extremely tired, all but dragging your feet to your apartment door, the corridor seemed to stretch on longer when you were tired, but finally after hauling your bag inside and kicking off your heels you could rela—

You hear a giggle.

A feminine giggle followed by, “I’m so nervous.” Suddenly you weren’t all that tired. With quick steps you reached the living room confused by the scene in front of you, Jungkook and Jana sitting side by side. Not that it mattered, but their legs were touching, arms too. Jana noticed you first beaming as she stood encasing you in a bone crushing hug, “Y/n, how are you?” In need of space, you thought as she pulled back from your motionless figure barely inches away from your face.

“I..” you looked at Jungkook who only stared at you with a seemingly hungry glint in his eyes as he watched Jana rub your forearms, slowly, too slow as if she’s feeling you up. “I’m good, tired.” You tell her attempting to step back, but she follows you grinning at your confused expression.

“Mm, tired?” Her voice dips into something lower, huskier. If you weren’t so tired and confused with her sudden presence in your home you’d say she’s attempting to sound seductive. Her eyes fall to your lips. “Why don’t I relax you then, huh?” Before the word what can leave your lips she’s moving forward, kissing you. The feeling of her tongue swiping across your flesh is what brings you out of your initial shock, your body reacting on its own as you push her back your eyes wide. You stumble back away from her. She looks at you as if she’s confused. Jungkook laughs rising from the couch he stands beside Jana, both of them now towering over you.

“Baby, relax.” Jungkook murmurs to you, moving behind you he aligns himself with your back wringing his hands around your waist. He gently squeezes your hips as you stare at Jana who stares back, licking her lips.

“Jungkook, what the fuck is going on?” You nearly squeak when he grabs your ass, “Kook—“

“The threesome, baby, remember?” Jana steps forward now once again her gaze falls to your lips. She’s going to kiss you again you realize as she begins leaning in. You absolutely do not want her to do that so you quickly slip away from the sandwich they forced you into, panting. What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK? You were happy, elated even after you assumed Jungkook had dropped the threesome subject altogether, Lia was even surprised when you told her he actually stopped talking about it, but you didn’t think he’d do this; force it on you. You thought he was better than that, apparently he’s not.

���Jungkook, why the fuck? W-what the fuck?” You don’t even realize you’re crying until you look down the carpet below you darkening with your tear drops, you’re shaking as well. Somehow Jungkook’s managed to make you feel unsafe in you’re own home and uncomfortable. So fucking uncomfortable. Jana furrows her brows looking between you and Jungkook. To her knowledge you agreed to the threesome. Why else would Jungkook mention having one? Jungkook steps closer to you but you step back, you are repulsed by the thought of him touching you, being near you, not when he did this.

“Calm down, Y/n.” He tells you gently, his hands turning to fists at his sides so he doesn’t touch you. This isn’t how he expected you to react, he was hoping for anger, screaming, then kissing and fucking. The normal progression between you two. But right now you’re shaking and crying whilst trying not hyperventilate. You’ve never felt this emotion with Jungkook. He brings out a lot of you, rarely anything joyous, but this discomfort, this fear, is new. And you need to get away, far, far away. “Baby, why don’t we just sit down, hmm?” You’re turning, running, stopping at the front door to grab your shoes and purse before you bolt out of the apartment. Jungkook does not chase you, his only attempt to stop you is when he opens the door calling your name.

Your car door slams as you settle inside, the exhaustion from literally running away from Jungkook weighing down on you as your emotions take hold. You’ve never felt so betrayed by him. You know he did this, he orchestrated this, he caused all the unpleasant emotions you’re feeling. It’s all his fault, he never dropped the subject, he just waited until you were seemingly okay with him again and sprung it on you. That thought alone makes bile rise in your throat. Consent, and lots of it at that, has been a big thing for your relationship so for Jungkook to pull this feels like something you can’t come back from. You’ve been through a lot with Jungkook, your relationship has suffered and survived a lot of tumultuous shit between you two, but thinking about him touching you trying to get you to participate only brings more tears to your eyes.

You look up from where you’ve been hanging your head to see Jungkook exiting the building, a satisfactory smile tugging at his lips as it dawns on him that he got outside before you left. His smile falls as you turn your key in the ignition reversing he runs up and you catch sight of his bare feet. In another scenario this would bring you some sort of pseudo-comfort that despite the pain he might be feeling from the rocks digging into his skin he chased after you, right now it doesn’t. You’re glad he might be bleeding, feeling just a fraction of what he’s made you feel emotionally.

Without looking back you drive off.

You drive for hours a mindless loop around your apartment complex and then drive past Yoongi and Lia’s house for such a long time that the lights turn off your fifth time around their block. You need to talk to someone but you don’t even know if you feel comfortable enough to talk to Lia about the situation because then if you stay with Jungkook she wouldn’t help you in the future. If it came to this, you having to seek out advice from her because of something like this, she would absolutely hate Jungkook for what he did. And you wouldn’t blame her. You might hate him as well.

It’s a long shot, but you try anyway. You park in front of your bestfriend’s house under the blinking street light, shutting off your car. You were almost out of gas literally and metaphorically. You were so tired of everything. Your job, coming home to him, him. You were tired of him. Things weren’t getting better. Jungkook was subtly luring you in for the kill and like the good little mouse you are, you played right into his trap.

Please be awake.

Your leg nervously bounces as the phone rings the voicemail reaching your ears. Swearing you’re ready to hang up when the automated message fades out to a groggy confused hello?

“Dr. Kim!” You close your eyes relieved, you need professional help. Lia is amazing, but she’s no Dr. Kim. You and Jungkook’s ex-relationship counselor. He’d been with you guys for a year before Jungkook decided you two were both healed and no longer needed therapy. He said relationship counseling brought out a bad side of you. He said you were more argumentative and it made him feel like shit, so you sent Namjoon a thank you and goodbye messages and that was the end of it. But now you’re thankful you didn’t delete his number.

“W-who is this?” You wince at the sound of his sleep deprived voice, guilt over taking you for calling so late.

“Y/n, I was one of your clients up until July last year—“

“Mm-mm-mm yes, erm.. if I’m remembering correctly you no longer needed my services?” You’re guessing that’s his polite way of saying ‘why the fuck are you calling me?’ But in a nicer, professional, modest way.

“I.. I need some advice-“ you start, catching onto the low sigh he releases.

“Y/n-ssi, I would love to help you, but it is so early in the morning,” you glance up at your dashboard at your dashboard 1am staring back at you. You’ve been driving for almost six hours. Great, now you and Jungkook could add avoidance to your long list of issues—maybe that was already there but instead of driving away, it was fucking, dancing around the problem physically.

“I know, but I just… I can’t ask my friends for help and you’re… you know licensed in this field.”

“Ah, I can tell you’re desperate…” he sighs settling on helping you despite his body begging him to go back to sleep. “Alright what’s going on? Lay it on me.”

And so you explain for the next twenty minutes what’s been going on between you two. From the tattoo thigh incident and how that made you feel to now the forced threesome situation.

“Okay,” Namjoon says thoughtfully, it reminds you of last year when he’d lean onto his thighs, fingers laced as he processed whatever you or Jungkook had just told him. He never interrupted and now was no different he just listened and then— “Y/n, can I talk to you person to person? No counselor to client, just normal advice?” You gulped, well that couldn’t be good. “Y/n?”

“Yeah, I-I’m here, go ahead.” You tell him, biting your inner cheek.

“I think you should break up with Jungkook,” he says pausing to let you react, freak out, something, but it never comes and he continues, “Your relationship for as long as I’ve known you two is very imbalanced and toxic,” he breathes getting more comfortable speaking to you normally rather than keeping up his professional almighty persona, “I’ve had friends like that; they bend to every single need their partner has and it leaves them feeling miserable. I’m glad that for once you’re retailitating, but when I think back on all those other sessions we’ve had you’ve always conceded and now I don’t think it'll be any different.”

“Namjoon?”

“Yes?”

“Have you always felt this way?” He sucks his teeth, the line going uncomfortably silent.

“Honestly? Yes. When you guys stepped into my office you were very…handsy, but there was no… emotion behind it if you get what I mean. Like you two would talk a lot about how you have sex and argue, but that was about it. Every once in awhile there’d be a date and a cute gesture for one another, but other than that you two talked about each other like hateful fuck buddies and when you stopped coming to me I thought it was because you finally ended things, but no.” His tone leads you to believe he’s disappointed by the news that even a year after cutting ties you two have stayed together.

You don’t blame him, when you did go to him it was right after you made the decision to stay in Korea for Jungkook’s career while forfeiting the opportunity of a lifetime for your own. Namjoon was a patient man (and very attractive, seriously if it wasn’t for Jungkook you would’ve totally hit that—or not, Namjoon seems more the settle down type not really into hookup culture you assume.) when you two would start bickering and swearing at each other during a session he‘d just watch and listen and then proceed to talk to you like you were children. It worked to ground the both of you but you never really apologized to one another other, just fucked it out in the bathroom or the car. And then Jungkook decided things were good and asked you (told you) to cut ties with Namjoon.

He said he didn’t like how Namjoon was altering your relationship, you were more bitchy (advocated for yourself more) too much attitude over stupid stuff (calling Jungkook out on genuine stuff) plus you could utilize the tools Namjoon supplied you with without actually going to him. And that worked out fine, right?

Wrong.

Namjoon sighs, bringing you out of your thoughts, “Y/n, I think the best thing you can do for yourself is leave Jungkook.” You stay silent swallowing the lump in your throat, its making it harder to breathe. Everyone has already told you this, but none of the people that advised you to end your relationship are certified in relationship counseling like Namjoon is, it was different, the advice felt heavier, it meant more. “No more talking, no more compromises, okay? I mean he quite literally tried to spring a threesome on you tonight.” The lump wasn’t going down the more you swallowed the harder it got to stay calm and before you knew it tears were forming.

Namjoon got quiet again, your lack of esponse worrying him, “Y/n–“

“He’s all I know.” You mutter hanging your head, “I’m all he knows, it's been that way for years.” You inhale deeply to hold back the wave of emotions you’re feeling. “Do you know how hard it would be to start all over again? I-I fucking can’t.” You press your fingers into your eyes attempting to push the tears back that threaten to spill.

“Y/n,” Namjoon started carefully, “have you ever considered that you’re not all Jungkook knows?” You slowly remove your palms glancing at your phone, your vision littered with black spots.

“What do you mean?”

“Have you ever thought that…” Namjoon hesitates. This breaks all of Namjoon’s moral grounds as a counselor, but fuck it you need to leave Jungkook, plus he’s no longer your counselor breifly laying out the details of what Jungkook told him during a solo session technically breaks no legal barriers. “That Jungkook may be c—“ Your phone vibrates in the cup holder, glancing down you see Jungkook is calling you. You press the red button and resume talking to Namjoon.

“Sorry about that, he was just calling me.” You explain, aggressively typing out a message to Jungkook.

You

Don’t fucking call me.

You’re not surprised by his response.

My Love

Don’t be like that baby come on answer me

“What were you saying?”

Namjoon clears his throat recounting his train of thought, “Right, I was saying, have you considered that the reason Jungkook is such a bad boyfriend is because he’s been c—“ Ring. You clench your jaw as his name pops up again, automatically putting Namjoon on hold as Jungkook’s special ringtone plays. The song brings you back to your first date, when Jungkook bad told you the song reminded you of him adequately titled “Butterflies” it fit back then, but now that feeling in your stomach isn’t butterflies, it’s anxiety.

Whatever, you have to talk—seriously talk sooner or later, why not get it over with?

Jungkook was feeling brazen and after you left, who was going to take care of his hard on? Half of the reason he felt so hot and bothered had left and that left Jana, who was more than happy to get on her knees no questions asked while he dialed you.

“What, Jungkook?” You hissed, gripping your phone tightly.

“Hello to you too, baby,” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut as Jana slowly bobbed her head swallowing a groan he dug his nails into his thigh, “when are you coming back home? We need to talk.”

“I agree.”

“Great, I’ll see you in what? Twenty minutes?”

“No, I’m staying out tonight,” Jungkook was listening, yes, but this whole ordeal was making it hard to stay quiet. His side situationship or side piece was giving him head while you, his girlfriend, stayed on the phone your voice thick with attitude (something that he finds incredibly attractive) absolutely clueless to his current predicament. His hands tangled into Jana’s pin straight hair—it was nothing like yours, but he could imagine stuffing your throat to get you to shut the fuck up, such amazing imagery almost made him bust right there. “Okay? Bye.” Jungkook blinked his eyes open, but it was too late. You hung up, God, he doesn’t even know what you said; Jana does. In his attempts to stay quiet she could hear you on the phone from her kneeled position.

“She’s staying at a hotel,” she said lowly, languidly stroking his cock. “We’ve never fucked at your place before, why don’t we make it a first, hmm?” Jungkook opened his mouth to agree swiftly breaking into a swear as she enveloped him with her mouth once again.

It'd be a long night.

You were getting antsy. You texted Jungkook some three hours ago to meet you at the Seoul Park—well it wasn’t really a park more of an open field of grass with park benches—he read the text an hour ago, so really you’d only been waiting an hour, but with the upcoming conversation looming over your head it felt like an eternity had passed.

And Jungkook was… busy for a lack of of a better word. While you twiddle your thumbs about the inescapable conversation that would determine the future of your relationship he was busy fucking Jana all over your shared apartment. Bathroom shower, kitchen counter, your bed. It was all so incredibly disrespectful and he knew it too, but God it was so hot. You ate breakfast where Jungkook bent her over, you bathed where Jungkook pinned her against the shower wall—not too long ago he pinned you against it the same way. Yeah, he saw your text, but you’d still be there waiting.

Because that’s what you do when you love someone, you wait and he knew you'd wait especially for him.

It was stupid to do so, but six long hours later you had dozed off on the bench. Morning had very quickly turned to afternoon right before your eyes and you slowly drifted off. It’s not like you weren’t completely aware of your surroundings because you definitely felt the weight of something large and furry crushing you, and something wet brushing against your cheek. “Somi, stop it!” Your eyes shot open the scene before you would have been comical if you weren’t so startled; Hoseok with one foot propped on the bench beside your thigh leaning back as he pulls on the large dogs collar with his full weight.

“Hoseok-ssi?” You mumbled tired, confused. How long have you been at the park? Why did the sky look like it was about to get darker? More importantly, where was Jungkook?

“Y/n-ssi, sorry about that,” Hoseok huffed, successfully pulling the dog off of you to his side, keeping a tight grip on his leash. Hoseok dug into his pockets pulling out a few napkins. He took a step closer to you and began wiping the area the dog had licked, cleaning it. “Somi here can be a bit too energetic when we go for walks.”

“Well he’s a cute little puppy,” the dog barked happily as if it could understand you, making you giggle, causing Hoseok to smile. The dog rolled onto its back and you got the message lightly scratching at its soft tummy. “Yes, you are, good puppy.” The dog palms the air and you giggle again at its cuteness.

“So… why were you asleep out here? That’s pretty dangerous.” Your mood soured as you remembered your intentions with coming to the park. Hoseok was always good at reading you in college and now was no different so of course he took notice. “You don’t have to answer that!” He assures you, hands raised in defense.

“Its fine,” you waved off his concern, “I’m actually waiting for Jungkook,” you sigh pressing on your phone to see the time, “it’ll be six hours of waiting in five minutes.” You laugh bitterly, the puppy below you whines and with the pitied look Hoseok gives you he might as well have done the same.

“Have you eaten?” You perk up, you had a small trail mix before you left the hotel you checked into, but that was over five hours ago.

“No..”

“We can go grab a late lunch if you like?” He offers rocking on his heels nervously.

“That sounds amazing, I’ll send a quick text to Jungkook.” Hoseok gently grabs your wrists just as your fingers brush against your phone case.

“Don’t. If he kept you waiting this long you shouldn’t offer him any solace like updating him on where you are.” You hesitated to agree. Yeah, Jungkook kept you waiting (just like he wanted) but that didn’t mean you wanted him panic if he got here and saw you were gone..

And speaking of the devil.

“Baby,” Jungkook appeared beside Hoseok, smiling while he sized up the male. He hadn’t seen him since college. He looked slightly different; he grew his hair out and packed on a few muscles. Not like Jungkook’s though, Jungkook was better, or thats what he told himself because you were not just eye fucking Hoseok… right? It’s funny really how upset he is by the idea of you checking out another male while he fucks Jana, but it’s different for him.

Jungkook’s not surprised when he sees you that you’re glaring at him, topping off your display of anger while crossing your arms. “What the hell took you so long?” You avoid looking at Hoseok who shuffles on his feet awkwardly feeling out of place. This conversation — upcoming argument -- is not meant to be heard by him clearly, especially by the way Jungkook keeps narrowing his eyes at him.

“Didn’t look like you needed me anyway, Hoseok here seemed to be keeping you plenty company.” You scoff at his accusatory tone, shaking your head.

“He just fucking got here! I’ve been waiting six hours!” Jungkook got quiet at that, he didn’t think he’d been running around with Jana for that long, time simply escaped him. He couldn’t escape this though, by the way you’re glaring into the side of his head he knows your attitude isn’t disappearing any time soon. What a headache.

“Yeah, okay, well you can continue chatting up Hoseok, I’m going home.” He actually has the audacity and walks off, he walks away from you after you waited six grueling hours in the Seoul cold for him to get there and fell asleep only for him to stay no longer than what two minutes? Absolutely not. Hoseok catches your wrists as you stand up to go follow him causing you to rip your arm away misdirecting your anger towards him. Upon realizing the confused and hurt look on his face you stutter out your apologies and then run off quite literally chasing after Jungkook.

What does she see in that guy? Hoseok wonders and if he asked that to you before you ran off, you wouldn’t know how to respond.

Catching up to Jungkook was easy. He hadn't even started up his car yet, he knew you were coming and after catching sight of you running out the open gates leading into the park he started up his car. “Kook, wait!” Jungkook bit back a smile seeing you panting as you rounded his car, even angry you cared so much about him. In an odd way it warmed his heart.

“What, Y/n?” He asked after rolling down his window.

God how did you two even get here? Jungkook was just supposed to meet with you, talk to you, fix whatever is going on. He’s late, he's in the wrong, then he shows up and sees you talking to an ex and now you’re in the wrong. Mind boggling.

“I fell asleep okay?” Bitterly you add, “waiting for you.” Jungkook chuckles, dissatisfied by your answer.

“You expect me to believe that you fell asleep at the park? Jeaus Christ if you’re gonna bullshit me make it a little less obvious yeah?” He begins reversing so you plant your hands on his car window and he stops eyeing your hands like he’s expecting something, an apology maybe? It doesn’t matter this is getting both of you further away from the issue at hand: the threesome.

So what if you have to butter him up a bit? At least you will finally fucking talk because truly you don’t want to have to even consider Namjoon’s advice. It's not like your whole world revolves around Jungkook, but it starts and ends with him. Say you leave him, then what? What’s next? Dating again? The thought of either of you moving on makes you physically sick to your stomach. So you need to talk. Now.

“Baby,” its hard but you level your voice, soften it with a little sugar as you lean down closer to him with the barrier of the car between you. “You know I only have eyes for you,” You say throwing his words back in his face, “there is literally no one else for me—“

“You were checking him out-“ he interjects and you shake your head because really that's not what you were doing. Thinking back on it you don’t recall your eyes ever straying from his face unless you were looking at the large puppy beside him, but Jungkook needs a little reassurance to open up, so you’ll give in.

“Kookie,” he bristles at the choice of name. You haven’t called him that in a long time, almost three years. You only used this nickname when you wanted to butter him up and now is no different. “I love you, okay? I love you, no one else. Me and Hoseok broke up ages ago. I chose you then, it's always been you,” Jngkook nods along to your words that undoubtedly feed his ego, softening up at your sweet words of affirmation and then you say: “Plus we’ve only talked like twice since college.” You say in hopes that he lets go whatever pseudo-male competition he has with Hoseok, but instead you do the opposite.

“What do you mean you’ve spoken twice?” He narrows his eyes at you, his grip on the wheel tightening.

You gape at him, fuck, that’s right he doesn’t know about the other day. Sighing you run your hands through your hair, “A few weeks ago I saw him when I went out for a walk-” He doesn’t let you finish before he’s scoffing.

“Wow, you’re unbelievable.”

“Kook, I saw him and we had a two second conversatio-” you try to explain, but again he’s cutting you off.

“He seemed way too comfortable with you for you to have only talked twice in years, don’t lie to me.” You want to scream at him, this is so hypocritical. Jungkook is trying to make something out of nothing whilst also hoping you get on board with his threesome idea, if anyone is cheating or seeking something outside of your relationship it's him!

“You’re acting crazy, Jungkook. You do realize that if I was cheating I would try my best to not get caught with Hoseok in public, right? Why would I go out of my way to talk to my side dude in a public space that I asked you to meet me at, hm? Think for a second.” Jungkook’s eye twitches at your words.

“You really calling me stupid right now?” He says glaring.

“Jungkook.. Can we just stop with the games? I’m so tired of this. I just want things to go back to normal.” Jungkook’s lips catch at the metal decorating his bottom lip.

He inhales deeply, “They won’t,” you furrow your brows, “I mean you don’t do anything I ask you,” and that, that hurts to hear. You do almost everything Jungkook asks, even if he doesn’t if anything it's the other way around; Jungkook won’t drop the threesome subject despite how uncomfortable it makes you, he doesn’t listen to you. “I mean I ask for one thing and you avoid me for days and start secretly seeing your ex?” You open your mouth to defend yourself but he holds up his hand silencing you. “What do you want me to think, Y/n?” His voice softens up the fight leaving his voice and when he looks up at you you can see tears in his eyes, “I love you, okay? I do, but I don’t trust you right now,” Your heart aches at the confession breaking even more as he looks away to collect himself. “I don’t know what it will take to get us back to before, but I need some time-”

“How much time?!” You bitterly chuckle gripping the car door, “How much longer are we going to be like this?”

The fight is back in your voice and you just as easily bring it back to life in him as well, “You tell me, Y/n! You’re the one being difficult it's not even a big deal-”

“To you.”

“Yes to me, you know I only have feelings for you, why can’t you just do this for me, huh?” Ah there it is, back to the threesome discussion once again.

Scoffing, you step back taking your hands off of his car, “It's always the same bullshit with you.” You shake your head in disbelief and turn away from him quickly walking off.

“Baby!” You hear his door close the familiar sound of him locking his car ringing out as you walk faster. “Y/n!” He easily reaches you grabbing your wrist, you rip away from his touch as if he burned you facing him with a hard glare. “Do you want it to be someone else? Is that the problem?” You want to scream at him, that no, that's not the issue, the problem is that seeing him be physical with someone else—even the thought of it pains you, but he’s already proven that he doesn’t care for that reasoning.

“Why her? Why did she even agree?” You demand crossing your arms Jungkook goes quiet for a bit before answering;

“She’s someone we’re familiar with,” he shrugs, “I don’t want to fuck some stranger, plus Jana is one of the few people in our circle of friends that isn’t taken and likes girls,” he watches you mull over the words your lip tucked between your teeth, a habit of yours when you’re thinking, “and I’ve caught her checking you out a few times.” He shrugs again, licking his lips.

“So that’s it? She’s attracted to me so you thought she’d be a good fit?” Jungkook nods biting back a smile, “how do I know this isn’t her plotting to steal you away from me?” Jungkook shakes his head gently grabbing your hips pulling you into him, right into his trap.

“Well for one, I asked her, and two she seemed thrilled by the idea of fucking you, not me.” Jungkook chuckles, lying right through his teeth. Yeah, Jana thought it’d be hot to have a threesome, but you weren’t the main reason she agreed, he wasn’t either, it was more so the fun of it for her.

You inhale deeply placing your hands on his shoulders, “If we do this won’t it make things awkward?” Jungkook pulls you closer cradling you to his chest, he can't hold back his smile this time and he can’t have you catching onto how ecstatic he is that you caved, you’ll back out all over again.

“No, baby, it’s just sex.” He mumbles, kissing the top of your head.

“Sex is what keeps us together,” you joke, but it’s painstakingly obvious that it's true.

“I bet she’s nothing like you in bed, I wouldn’t leave you for anyone, ever.” You nod into his embrace slowly opening up to the idea of expanding your sexual life. When you thought about the threesome you always pictured Jungkook and Jana having sex in front of you, failing to realize that you’d have to be included too, all three of you not just them and you watching, so maybe that makes it better. Plus if you mange to keep Jana on you you wouldn’t have to see them fucking at all… right?

You exhale a shaky breath, fisting Jungkook’s sweater, “She’d have to get tested, for everything.”

“She already did,” Jungkook informs you, jerking your head back you frown waiting for an explanation, “before she came to the apartment I asked her to get tested a few days prior, she’s clean, I made sure of it.” You nod looking down at his chest away from his eyes that silently beg you to accept his proposal and he must know their effect on you because he lifts your chin forcing you to look into those innocent doe eyes. “What do you say, baby? You want to have some fun?” He stretches his thumb up brushing your lower lip, smearing some of your gloss onto the pad of his finger and suddenly those doe eyes aren’t so innocent.

Gulping you nod. “Okay.”

It had been set for Saturday, the threesome. Jana didn’t have work on the weekends, you worked the morning shift and Jungkook, well, he didn’t really work. You would all be free after five and at six Jana was supposed to come over to your place.

And Saturday got here way too quickly.

You’d been anxious all morning; at work you had this distracted glossed over look in your eyes, some of your co-workers who’ve never even spared you a glance before asked if you were alright and with a polite fake smile you said yes, just tired.

And the day continued like that. Filled with anxiety and brushed off concern.

Some small part of you knew that you didn’t have the right to be as upset because you did agree to it, but the main issue for you is you also haven’t had sex with anyone else in years.

Jungkook has seen everything; getting naked in front of him was like breathing to you, no nerves, no nothing. Even after your minimal weight gain he still fucked you all the same and if he hated it at least he never voiced that openly. But now you have to reveal all the little things you dislike about yourself to another person. You didn’t lack confidence per say, you’re attractive you know that, but on top of that having to be naked side by side with Jana was unnerving especially with Jungkook having to watch you both, would he make comparisons? Would he gravitate towards her more with the excuse of the threesome? Should you just back out? If you did according to Jungkook things would still be disarrayed, but maybe it's better that way?

At the park last week you had requested Jana get retested, you trusted Jungkook’s word but you wanted to make sure, you haven’t really learned safe sex with women. Despite liking them you’ve only had one sexual encounter with another female prior to getting with Jungkook. With guys it was easier you just need a supply of condoms and no oral (which reminds you things would’ve been easier if your added partner was a male) but with another woman your options were limited, so a test was needed. Your phone dinged with a text, a group chat had been made with Jana, you and Jungkook.

Three-way

Jana: You guys like the name?

Jungkook: Its unnecessary

Jana: Whatever, anyways here Y/n 🧡

She sent you an email link that detailed her results, skimming the page you read her test results, she was clear of everything. Your last ditch effort of ridding Jungkook of his proposal was Jana having something, anything, hell you would’ve even used her having a urinary tract infection against him, but no.

Knock, knock, knock.

Jungkook was sitting next to you with bated breath his excitement overflowing, he grinned at you springing up from the couch, you barely caught sight of his back before he was off to open the door for Jana. The nerves were back again, full force, your stomach churned with anxiety. If you thought too hard about what was to come for too long you might vomit up your lunch. Your knee bounced as you heard them talking, the sound getting louder as they moved towards the living room.

God, this was an awful idea.

“Hey, Y/n,” Jana waved at you when you looked up, your eyes dropping down to her choice of outfit in confusion. Did she dress up for this? Jana’s clothing choices were always a little dark, but she’s never worn this much leather and is that makeup? Since when does she wear makeup?

A conversation you had with her previously she told you she prefers not wearing any makeup because it brings more male customers, they would rather get tatted by men, she chalked it up to sexism; if you look harder, tougher you can work an ink gun better, that’s what she told you her male clientele thought, you don’t know if you believe her because if anything her makeup makes her look even darker; black eyeshadow layered the corner of her eyes along with a deep red under her sharp eyes giving the illusion of eye bags, paired with a bold red lip. Were you being too observant of her? Or was it that you can’t tell if she dressed up for Jungkook or for you?

Well, she said yes to Jungkook’s offer so probably him.

“H-hey,” she smiled, a hint of amusement glinting in her eyes at your stutter.

Jungkook stood a few feet behind her, eyeing her, that feeling in your stomach shot up to your chest as his hands pulled her backwards into him. You're rendered speechless when she spins around and pushes his hands off, “Uh-uh,” she shakes her head, “I want her first,” Jana points a thumb back at you.

You can’t tell if the way your stomach flips is from anxiety or excitement, but that doesn’t matter as she approaches you. There’s something different about her, its fiery and dark. Maybe it’s because you know you're about to have sex or the fact that she seems more seductive, or is that just you? You take a glance at Jungkook before she fully blocks your view. His hands are folded behind him, like a good obedient school boy as he watches his lip tucked between his teeth. Once her leather jacket blocks your view you are forced to look at her, “Don’t look at him, look at me, okay?” Her demand is soft, her hand on your chin is not.

Nodding you opened your mouth to ask her a question, but her lips were on yours. A few weeks ago you didn’t properly feel her lips on you because you shoved her off, but now, now you can really feel her; you pray Jungkook doesn’t do the same, but you compare. She’s softer than Jungkook, if anyone looked at you two it’d be obvious she’s in control, her hand on the side of your neck angling your head up, she’s so gentle with you, her hands are everywhere, they aren’t that much bigger than yours and they're exploring, groping you.

The first press against your new abdominal piercing elicits a small gasp and then she presses harder, causing you to moan she uses the opportunity to slip her tongue inside your mouth. And you’re falling, letting her lure you into the deeper parts of lust and before you’re ready to admit it, you’re dampening your underwear. Her hand slides up from your neck to your curls fisting the dark locs.

When she breaks away you surprise yourself when you chase her lips with your own, “Breathe,” she tells you lightly pushing you back against the couch, her hand moves again. You’re so aware of every little touch, every little movement she makes is absolutely ruining you and then you remember with a half hazy mind you have an audience. Your eyes catch Jungkook’s just as she presses on your nipples pinching the tiny bud through your shirt, you whimper as she continues tormenting you, “you sound so pretty,” you look away from Jungkook to her, she’s amused intrigued by this display, your body wouldn’t make it to vogue, but she looked at you as if you were the hottest thing she’d ever seen. It made things easier, more exciting.

You allow her pull you up marching towards the hallway, Jungkook following behind and once again you’re trapped between them, but you’re okay with it. You accept Jungkook’s hands on your hips, his lips trailing kisses down your neck, it's only turning you on more. It’s when she stops, do you open your eyes, “Where's your bedroom?” She wonders aloud, Jungkook who's behind you snorts seemingly bemused by her lack of knowledge.

“The second door on the left,” Jungkook spins you around picking you up, his eyes wander over your face for any sign discomfort or regret and though the anxiety butterflies are still going strong you muster your best smile and press your lips to his, “Get in here.” Jana barks, pulling Jungkook’s arm that isn’t holding you up, you hit the bed, but don’t pull away like routine — except Jana is here.

When Jungkook pulls away for air you sneak a glance at Jana, she’s undressing. You try and fail to hide your gasp when she unclasps her bra, her eyes meet yours in a sly manner, she continues while she eyes you, Jungkook nips at your neck bringing your attention back to him, “How do you want us, hm?” Jungkook’s choice of the words—the implication a few weeks ago would have turned you off, offering them as a package deal sounds too intimate.

But it's not a few weeks ago and your panties are sticking to your folds.

“Baby…” Jungnkook pinches your chin turning your face towards him when your eyes stray behind him to Jana, who is now completely naked. “answer me.”

“I-I don’t care,” Jana disappears behind Jungkook’s larger frame only her nails in sight as she kneels behind him her hands running up and down the length of his arms, you’re not sure but it looks like he shivers from the simple touch.

“Mm, you want me?” Jana rests her chin on Jungkook’s shoulder, dropping her hands to his shirt beginning to unbutton it, “Take her clothes off,” Jana eyes the side of Jungkook’s head and he moves pulling off your underwear and sweats in seconds leaving you bare to their hungry gazes, “oh poor baby you’re soaked,” Jana chuckles moving from behind Jungkook to touch you, but also letting you see her truly declothed. Her tits sway as she crawls forward, her eyes are so dark she looks predatory. You’ve always thought of Jana as intimidating, with all her tattoos slash piercings and her bare face that seemed to be always set in a scowl, but it's hot now, it's attractive. She thumbs at your clit and you shudder. “Look at you all worked up…” she mumbles, leaning down planting a kiss on your thigh mere inches away from your heat. Jungkook moves to the side allowing Jana to settle between your thighs as he begins to undress.

It’s happening! Your brain fills in for you, it's really happening. There’s some lingering insecurity buzzing about in the back of your mind as Jungkook watches every move Jana makes to mark up your thighs, the fact that his gaze never leaves her fuels your uncertainty about this whole thing.

But Jana’s licking a stripe up your slit and the insecure voices go quiet. “Taste good,” Jana’s a talker, like Jungkook, you notice as she spreads your lower lips suckling on your clit, Jungkook busies himself with your tits, pinching your nipples as Jana eats you out. You can’t remember the last time you had this much attention from two different people sexually, you feel wanted. Jana moves down testing the waters she licks inside you.

“Oh,” Your fist her hair holding her close as your hips rock up to meet her mouth. “Fuck,” Your eyes shut as she moves back up sucking your clit into her mouth. “G-god,” Jungkook taps your cheek and you're met with the sight of his cock in his hand beside your head.

“There you go,” He groans when you take him into your mouth, just barely moving his hips to not overwhelm you. Jana doesn’t let up sliding two fingers into your entrance, curling them as your back arches off the bed. “Feel good?” Jungkook asks his eyes on you, you hum and he moans rocking his hips a little faster.

“C’mere,” Jana adds a third finger as she leans over you kissing Jungkook. You don’t like that visual at all. You roll your hips in a failed attempt to get them to stop, but Jana only thrusts her fingers deeper making you whine when she hits that one spot that has your toes curling. Pulling off of Jungkook you replace your mouth with your hand stroking him quickly.

“I’m gonna cum,” You warn, they finally pull apart Jana leaning down to kiss you instead, her fingers buried inside your cunt while her other hand rubs your clit.

Jana meets your eyes her lips brushing against yours as she speaks: “Cum for us.”

‘Us.’ Them. The both of them.

You do with a cry, your back arching, she helps you all the way through it curling her fingers, “Good girl,” She brings her slick fingers to your lips, “suck.” You do eagerly, there’s some weird internal need to obey every little request she has, some part of you hopes that if you keep listening to her she won’t need to give any attention to Jungkook—but the other part is also incredibly turned on by her dominating commands and the way she speaks to you. “You gonna make him cum too? Or do you only get to have fun?” You shook your head, her spit slicked fingers grasped your chin turning your head to the side tugging on your skin to get you to open your mouth aiding Jungkook inside.

His hips stuttered barely any assistance needed as he came down your throat fisting your hair to keep you still, “Christ,” You swallowed as you’ve done many times before acutely aware that Jana is here as well erasing the normalcy of your intimate act, but in your hazy mind you find yourself not minding it as much as you thought it would. “Come here,” Jungkook used that same grip on your hair to pull you up, sliding his tongue into your mouth uncaring of his taste still lingering on your tongue.

“Hm, is it my turn now?”

Maybe you were wrong about being okay with it because when Jungkook pulls away from you without even sparing you a glance the wariness and uncertainty about this whole thing fills you once again.

It all happens so fast—Jana’s underneath him her nails digging into the flesh of his back as he fucks her. This is exactly what you feared happeneing and it is—right in front of you. You’re not even participating, just staring. You come to the startling conclusion that it was never really about you, Jungkook just wanted the green light to cheat on you without you getting upset about it. Undoubtedly he’d throw your willing participation in your face if you raised concerns about the scene in front of you later on, and that makes you feel sick to your stomach.

You shouldn’t have agreed to this. Why did you agree to this? You didn’t even want to do this in the first place! You look away from them your heart aching in your chest, maybe this whole thing had one good thing come out of it—a realization, you do love Jungkook, it’s evident by the hurt you feel seeing him with—seeing him fuck someone else.

You’re about the leave the room, desperate to get away from them, this, seeing them together so intimately when Jungkook’s hooded gaze lands on on you, it’s almost like he suddenly remembered you, his girlfriend, is here as well. “Why’re you all the way over there, baby?” The breathless way he speaks makes you feel nauseous not only because it’s a clear result of his current actions, but also because he makes no attempts to stop thrusting inside Jana while he addresses you.

“Feeling a little tired,” You mumble, it's not exactly a lie, but it’s also an excuse, hoping that your confession will end all of this sooner. Unwillingly your eyes briefly flick down to Jana, she’s moaning loudly, her mouth hanging open as she shamlessly utters Jungkook’s name and swears over and over again. You try not to be like that out of respect for your neighbors, it’s like she wants all the attention on her as if fucking your boyfriend isn’t enough for her.

It’s almost as if Jungkook can see right through you because he’s saying— “You want me or her?” He asks delivering a particularly hard theust that has Jana crying out her eyes rolling. “me?”

Yes, you admit, you want him. You want him to give you his attention, to fuck you in front of Jana to deliver some sort of fucked up message that you are his girlfriend, this little group activity you’ve got going on here is just some fun, you are his partner you have him officially, not her. No matter how nicely she moans for him or wraps around him like a koala, she can’t have him like you do.

“Yes,” You nod, you expect him to pull away from her, come to you with your confirmation of wanting him, but he doesn’t, he keeps at it with Jana, his features twisting into a pleasured expression as he stills his hips coming inside her. “are you… are you wearing a condom?” You ask, that’s the only thing you can conjure up over the other thoughts racing through your mind.

Jungkook breathes heavily, turning his head towards you as Jana rolls her hips forward encouraging him to keep going. You don’t know what is going through her head, but the display isn’t sexy, you feel annoyed. “No, she’s clean.” He says sitting back on his calves, his soft cock glistening with his arousal and her wetness.

Right. She is clean, you saw her results, but it still bugs you that he came inside her. That feels like an unspoken boundary that shouldn’t be crossed here regardless of the threesome. “She could still get pregnant,” You mumble bitterly, Jungkook cocks a brow at your tone, your attitude clear.

“I’m on birth control,” Jana informs you, trailing Jungkook’s abs with her nails. “don’t tell me you’re feeling jealous, Y/nie?” Her voice is light and playful as is this grin decorating her lips, but you are jealous. You know you shouldn’t be, you’re with Jungkook, Jana is a temporary addition to your relationship — if you can even call this that. Point is at the end of the night, she’ll go home, you’ll cuddle up to Jungkook and never ever mutter the word ‘threesome’ around each other ever again.

Your silence has Jungkook moving closer to you. “Baby…”

You release your lip from between your teeth. “I’m fine,” You wave off his concerned tone that instinctive nature you have to keep up the perfect relationship act kicking back in. You’re slipping up in front of Jana who now knows what it’s like to fuck him (she already knew, but you don’t know that) what does that look like to her? Opportunity, your mind fills in for you. “let’s continue.”

“Then come here,” Your breath hitches as Jungkook yanks you underneath him by your ankle, “you want some attention? Hm? Is that it?” You glance at Jana, her eyes are closed still recovering from her own orgasm, you nod, you don’t want her knowing that him, your boyfriend, giving her all the attention actually upset you. “Why didn’t you ask me, baby?” Jungkook questions you, leaving open mouthed kisses along your chest. Part of you wants to argue that you shouldn’t have to ask your boyfriend to give you attention, that should be a given, and that you shouldn’t slip his mind the second he starts fucking someone else – but now isn’t the time for that. 

Instead you swallow you true thoughts and feelings and give him a sly grin pushing back his sweaty fringes, “Looked like you were having fun,” He grunts, agreeing with you that he was, ignoring the small pang of jealousy in your chest you sit up connecting your lips. He tastes like her, her lipstick, mangos. Pushing at his chest you settle on his thighs lining him up with your entrance. 

He grabs your hips just before you sink down. “Wait, I’m not ready yet,” You cock a brow at him. 

“Then get ready.” 

“He just came, give him some time,” Jana turns onto her stomach, her feet swinging innocently, “I wore him out,” she giggles. You bite your tongue keeping your comments to yourself. Threesome or not, her mouth is starting to piss you off. “Come on, Kookie,” Your eye twitches, you call him that. That’s your nickname for him among many others, but still it feels like she’s taken something else from you. He came in her, he gave her all his attention for upwards of twenty minutes and now she’s calling him the nickname you made for him? “Your girlfriend wants to have some fun too,” She stands stretching her arms above her head as she makes her way towards the door. “And I need to pee, don’t have too much fun without me!” She calls out, closing the door behind her leaving you and Jungkook alone. He leans back in you, to kiss you once again but you push him off creating distance between the two of you. 

Jungkook looks over at you concerned, “Y/n, are you okay?” Shaking your head you close your eyes trying to shove down the urge to start crying, that’s not sexy at all and any second Jana could walk back in to see just how much her shitty unfunny jokes have affected you. Implying that your boyfriend can’t get it up for you isn’t funny, you know it’s not true either. He needs time to recover, you get that, refractory period be damned, but it still rings true to an extent that he can’t get hard for you right now. And as much as you hate to admit and as irrational as it is you feel kind of insecure about that. “What’s wrong?” It’s this, all of this, you’re regretting it already, feeling bad for yourself. You should’ve just stood firm in your denial, you shouldn’t have done this, but you're in too deep now. If you cut it off in the middle it’ll only look worse. “Talk to me,” he cups your cheek forcing your eyes to him, “do you want to stop?” He asks searching your eyes for something, any hints of the emotions you’re trying so hard to keep at bay. “Y/n-”

“Can you kiss me?” He sports a puzzled expression not expecting your sudden request, “please?” You add softly cupping his cheeks, he nods slowly confused by you, but also wanting to ease whatever tension is rolling off of you right now and if a kiss can do that, then he’ll give you as many as you need. He follows you when you lean back on the bed keeping your lips on one another. “Do you love me?” You ask once you both break away. His eyes widened slightly at your question, he hadn’t anticipated you’d say that of all things. 

And you see it, the hesitation.

And it kills you inside. 

Jana returns pouncing back onto the bed eager to get back into completely missing or ignoring the strange silence that’s enveloped your bedroom.

And you do the same, you ignore.

For hours. 

You successfully take your emotions out of it and give into the lustful desires your body craves. 

And luckily for you, Jungkook, and your relationship it works, for now. 

You’ve never came so many times in one day. You pride Jungkook on a lot of things sexually, but tonight his stamina has proven you need to give him a little more credit. He didn’t make you watch the two of them together anymore either which is another thing you’re giving him credit for. He switched between you two, giving you both ample attention as you kissed each other or groped one another some small part of still you wanted to tell Jana to kick rocks, but you didn’t, instead you kissed her, hard enough to draw blood, but she didn’t mind reciprocating that same exact intensity ten fold. 

By the time you’re finished you can barely move. Despite the internal war you’re having with yourself over doing the threesome, you’ve never felt this peaceful before after sex, you're so exhausted you could pass out. Your legs, jaw and pussy all aching with your vigorous actions over the last few hours.

“I can’t feel my legs,” You say as Jungkook pats your thigh trying to change the sheets.

“Lift up for me a little bit,” You do your best rolling onto your side biting back a whimper.

“Thank you baby,” Jungkook gives you a peck rolling on the new bed sheets. “one more time for me,” You move again a whimper slipping through your parted lips. “you okay?” He asks, settling next to you, kneading your thigh that no doubt will have bruises come morning, you hum but that’s not good enough for him. “lemme see,” gently he pushes your thighs apart his fingers gently brushing over your abused cunt. You hiss backing away into the sheets. “shit, I’m sorry baby.”

“‘s okay,” You slur your head lolling to the side.

“Want me to start a bath for you?” His worried eyes meet your own and you give him a tired smile shaking your head no, truthfully you just want to sleep.

“What? No after care or words of affection for me?” Jana quips, you turn your neck seeing her standing by the edge of the bed, still bare.

Why is she still here?

“Sorry, Jana, that’s reserved for my girlfriend.” He matches her playfulness giving you a fond look. That’s what you meant earlier. She’s here for now, but Jungkook is your man, she will leave and this night will fade into the back of both of your minds as your relationship grows, hopefully strengthening as a result as Jungkook had promised it would.

“The only thing reserved for your girl it seems.” Jana says the teasing tone vacant in her words, it sounds like more of a snarl.

“Jana,” Jungkook says over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed in a glare.

“Sorry, sorry,” She raises her hands in defense. “move over.” She makes a shooing motion and lays down next to you throwing her leg over your center.

Why. Is. She. Still. Here? You wonder again. By now anyone else would get the hint and hit the road yet here she is, cuddling you.

“You’re warm,” She says with a small giggle nuzzling into your side. “you not gonna join us, Kookie?” You glance up at him, his face is the embodiment of your thoughts, he too must be wondering why she hasn’t left yet. “come,” she holds her hand out to him and hesitantly takes it, she quickly pulls him forward on top of her. “I want a kiss too,” She grins innocently, looking at him through her lashes. “pleaseee?” She whines. “just one-“ He shushes her with a kiss and you look away. You hadn’t expected him to actually do it. Another thing that’s bugging you beyond her not leaving is her kissing him outside of you all having sex. That is a privilege specifically meant for only the two of you to share with each other, not her. That’s not what the point of this was.

Their kiss is longer than yours was, more than a simple peck, you even hear her moan into his mouth. Okay, that’s enough. You clear your throat and she pulls away from him directing her attention to you, “What? Do you want a kiss too?” Your brows furrow you already got one from him, she slots her lips against yours, oh, that's what she meant. “there, now we’ve all kissed.” She grins, you return her smile with a smaller one nodding.

“Right… so did you drive here or…” You trail off hoping she gets that it’s her cue to leave.

“I’mma stay,” She hums the sound bordering on a whine. “I’m too tired to drive right now,” As she snuggles close to you, you give Jungkook a look, he simply shrugs and lays down beside her. This is not how you wanted the night to end, not at all.

“I’m gonna… go get a water,” You say, peeling Jana off of you, really you just want her to stop touching you like you’re lovers. You fucked sure, but she should have left, not made herself at home in your bed. Ignoring the exhaustion and your achy muscles you escape to the kitchen leaning against the counter for a breather. You can at least find solace in the fact that you finally did it, it’s finally over. Jungkook and you will go back to your old ways and Jana will be left with the memories of sleeping with the both of you.

You grab a water from the fridge before heading back to your bedroom. You can’t allow Jana to make you feel out of place in your own home. You'll be an adult about this and ask her to leave as nicely as you can. However Jungkook seems to disagree with that idea because the second you get back to the room you're greeted with the sight of her on top of him.

Oh.

It’s fine, you tell yourself, you weren’t in the room, but you did all just have sex it’s still technically considered part of the threesome, right?

It is fine, but that doesn’t mean you want to see it. You leave the room closing the door behind you to muffle her sounds and his. You’ll allow him this, he can purge himself of all those sexual desires he has and then come back to you like normal. This is okay, you assure yourself. It’s just a one time thing. Plus it’s not cheating if you know about it…right? These thoughts torment you until you passed out on the couch blissfully unaware of what’s to come.

read me it’s overrrrr or is it..? I really want to be done with this series  and focus on my other works but THE VOICESSS… let me know if yall want more - heads up if i do write more it would be centered around another love interest and jk would be more of a “background character” anyways thank you for reading <33

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part two today 🫡❕

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pairing jungkook x fem reader

genre angst, heartbreak, cheating

synopsis your relationship with jungkook had been dying for a while. for the last year of your five year relationship you two had all but floated around each other but after you catch him cheating that's the final straw.

warnings jungkook is a bit of an ass, angsty, smut, y/n and jungkook are a mess, messy breakups, little bit of violence, cheating, guns, yoongiisheretoo

read me hello! this is my first angsty type of writing that i'm publishing hope you enjoy !!

The clock above your office door ticked slowly as if taunting you like the inanimate object was ticking away at the amount of time you could avoid going home to him. Jungkook, your boyfriend of five years. It wasn't that you didn't love him, no, you do. It's not that you wanted someone else either (and even if you did you and Jungkook weren't shy of threesomes) it was simply the way you felt in his presence at moments. Bored was the word that felt most suitable at times when you two weren't having sex.

Compared to any other relationship out there you're not going to feel butterflies and giddy when you come around that special person in your life all the time, but this wasn't just that non-giddy feeling or not feeling the butterflies this was you and Jungkook living around each other; occupying the same space, but being so far away.

To say the least your love is dying out— if not dead already— and neither of you have the courage to put the nail in the coffin.

You watched the clock and as it hit 7:30 you gathered your things, you tried to cheer yourself up as you left as you thought on the next upcoming days. In a few days you and Jungkook will have been together for six years. A long time, yes, but not a happy time. He hadn't proposed yet which is a frequent irritation to you seeing as those your other friends were engaged, married, even having fucking kids and they seem genuinely happy together. On top of that, they were together for a significantly less amount of time than you and Jungkook are now before they're significant others' popped the big question!

Some of your friends picked up on your feelings towards your relationship pretty early on. They could tell that that you weren't satisfied and nor was Jungkook. Your perfect happy unmarried couple facade could only last for so long. The jokes they made didn't help either. Jokes about how unhappy you seem, jokes about how Jungkook is probably cheating on you and that bitch Hana. She was your roommate in college who still has a stick up her ass because you're the one Jungkook has been with from college up until now. It still brings discomfort to you when you think of what she said to you at your birthday party.

"Jungkook said he still has something planned for later on tonight…" You told your group of girlfriends as you'd all settled around the coffee table in the middle of your apartment.

"How exciting!" Nayeon squeaked seemingly more thrilled than you'd been the entire night. "He's so thoughtful."

"Yeah I know.." You look over at him, he's standing with a few of your mutual friends next to that touchy bitch, Jiyeon. He's barely spoken to you unless the two of you are in front of friends playing up the happy couple act. "Another night of missionary…" you mumble to yourself but the array of laughter from your friends let's you know they heard you clearly.

Hana laughed the hardest at the snarky comment the beer she had held up to her red lips dripping through the edges of her mouth as she slurred into your ear, "if you don't want him I'll take him he seems pretty big." She only laughed more at the presumed look of disgust on your face saying she was joking after you pushed her onto the couch and walked off.

She was right he is big though and that's what was saving you guys, your sex.

No one could really give it to you as good as he does. Your threesomes proved as much.

Guys would be fucking you and Jungkook wouldn't even be touching you just watching while he jerked himself off staring at you making you feel hot and sexy all for him and you'd fall apart. The guys could never really get you there on their own. You needed him, you'd become accustomed to just him in bed. The attraction paired with how good he and you are in bed kept you two together.

To put it simply; sex spiced up the boring.

Which is why you had an idea, maybe you guys needed something more. Not marriage, no, Jungkook said he'd propose when he was ready, you needed something sexually anew. You'd had orgies, threesomes, used handcuffs, chains, ropes, choking, done all the vanilla shit, nothing hasn't been tried, but maybe you need something more daring sex is also becoming a part of your boring routine despite how good it is, you need a little more fire.

You'd gotten home to the TV blaring from the front room the smell of something delicious hitting your nostrils as you set your bag down and took your shoes off. You hang your coat on the rack just as Jungkook comes into view.

"How was work?"

"Good, what're you cooking?"

"I just finished actually, it's rice and some lamb skewers your plates on the counter." You smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek in thanks before walking past him to finally eat, you're starving to be honest.

"I had an idea," you say as you pop some rice in your mouth. His cooking never fails to amaze you, now is no different.

He joins you by the counter, his hand rubbing your thigh, his phone in the other, "I'm listening."

"I want to go out to eat—somewhere nice and pristine and… expensive." Jungkook looks over at you denial heavy on his tongue, with both of your payrolls, anything expensive, not just restaurants, is not a norm, they are a very rare luxury.

"Y/N-" you cup his cheek, the soft gesture which you hadn't done in months stuns him into silence.

"Just this once, okay? It'll be a nice night for us and I'll pay." You smile softly kissing his lips which taste of lamb skewers.

"Fine, but I'm paying and making the reservations." Maybe the butterflies were still there because his gentleness never failed to make your heart flutter.

You'd both gone to Choi's Restaurant, one of the most high end restaurants in Seoul and among the most expensive. How Jungkook managed to get a reservation still stuns you, but you take it for what it is. You marvel at the plain, but luxurious looking room as you're guided to a more secluded space by a waiter. A gold grand piano is placed in the middle of the tables where a man in a tuxedo played soft melodies as people ate, giving the place a cozier feel as does the white, brown, and gold hues do. The glimmering chandelier above almost made you stop in your tracks, how the hell did Jungkook pay for this?

Once seated near the back, away from most of the people who no doubt frequented the restaurant, you two ordered and talked over the amazing interior of the place and how expensive it looked which led to Jungkook commenting on how well you fit here. His eyes shone sadly. He's thinking about all those years ago.

When you and Jungkook first started dating you'd told him you got a job opportunity in the US and told him you'd wanted to move to pursue it. The job in question offered a lot more money than where you were working at the time, plus you'd finally be able to get away from the mumbled remarks of those at your job about your darker skin color and people touching your hair unprovoked. And even though he didn't openly say it, it was evident to you that he was making you choose and that if you left your relationship would end.

You chose Jungkook and stayed in South Korea.

The only reason he didn't want to go to the US wasn't because of his English—which he knew fluently—but because in his words he 'was going to become a promising idol.' For months you'd sat and waited for him to debut, giving up your dreams so he could pursue his own only for his group to make a one hit wonder and be forgotten about years later.

"Hey," you grab his hand across the table meeting his eyes, "it's okay, and you look amazing too." He smiles caressing the back of your hand, he lifts it kissing your palm softly. Now it's time. "Really sexy.. if I were bold enough I'd probably suck you off under the table." The wine he was sipping gets caught in his throat as he coughs. You giggle watching him splutter before you.

"W-what?"

"What? You don't want me to give you head here? In front of all these fancy people?" Your eyes leave his to scan the people eating away unaware that you were mere seconds from dropping to your knees and making it difficult for Jungkook to contain himself.

"Baby- fu- don't do that…'' his voice strained when you lifted your leg underneath the table pressing your heel to his crotch. You pull back when he tells you to, but you feel him grab your ankle almost yanking you forward when he forces you to press against his growing bulge firmer. "fuck," he shifts moving forward so his forearm presses against the table making it easier for you to move your foot against him.

"Aw, bun, you getting horny?" His eyes met yours. He seemed like he was losing it, the lust and panic in his eyes evident as the door to the restaurant opened and a group of people walked in reminding him and you that you two are in public that only further bestowed you.

You moved your foot down pressing the heel to his balls he yelped, digging his nails into the flesh of your ankle, hard. You chuckled, rubbing the area gently with the padding of your shoe.

This is so filthy you're turning him on with your shoe. It should make you feel disgusted, but it doesn't plus you'd rarely ever see Jungkook be this submissive and needy. It did something to you. The waiter came to your table and Jungkook composed himself fairly quickly although you feel the way he subtly pushes into your foot guiding you up and down his clothed length by his grip on your ankle, tightening his hold on your hand above the table.

When the food arrives you're still teasing him beneath the table and as soon as the waiter is out of sight you slide beneath the table under the cloth that covers you. You, with the help of Jungkook, undo his belt buckle, unzipping his dress pants slowly. He truly did look good tonight. It's a shame that you marked his pants with your heels but you'd make it up to him, right now. His boxers strain against his cock. You can feel him twitching in your hands when you grip him. The quiet curse slipping from his lips makes you grin satisfied that he's enjoying himself.

When you take him out of his underwear the angry red tip stares back at you shiny with precum. You waste no time sucking his tip into your mouth, almost crying out when he thrusted forward filling your mouth and the beginning of your throat without warning. You repress the urge to pull away, bobbing your head slowly just the way he likes it trying not to cough at the unexpected movement.

His coat covers the light that's coming through the tablecloth, his hands finding your newly redone box braids shortly there after. He barely moved his hips as to not draw attention to himself, but you do feel his restraint by the grip he has on your hair. It burns so well.

The thought of someone catching you two in this obscene action makes you throb in the sheer underwear your wearing. You pull off of him, his spit slicked length hitting your lips as he tries to push you back on him, you grab his wrist making him stop, "I'm going to hump your leg," you rasp, "is that okay?"

"Yes, fuck, yes please do, use me." He says in a breathless whisper, you smile lifting the ends of your clad green dress to your hips. Rubbing your throbbing clit you tease yourself a bit as you sit on his dress shoe, he moves his leg forward his calf pressing against your cunt you almost moan as he moves his leg against you. The friction is too good and you can't stop grinding into the delicious relief but it's about him too, you remind yourself.

You lean against him sucking his balls into your mouth as you glide your hand up and down his veiny girth quickly; anyone would hear the squelching sound if they came close enough but you're too far gone to care. You take him into your mouth again, paying extra attention to his tip as small beads of cum begin to squirt out.

"Wa-wait, Y/N–baby, I'm going to c-cum.." he tries to push you away by your braids but you take him down your throat the groan that leaves his mouth soon thereafter lets you know he's coming soon…

And he does right down your throat. Like the good girlfriend you are, you swallow licking his slit, milking him. You hear the mumbled curses and your name and press against his calf harder. You lean back staring at his twitching length as you bring yourself over the edge as well with your fingers. You moan a little too loudly, but Jungkook is too caught up in his post orgasmic state to say anything so you assume it's fine. You crawl back to your side of the table quickly wiping the corners of your mouth suckling the little remnants of cum from your nail before reaching for the white tablecloth about to come back up before you hear footsteps and stay put.

"Hello," you hear a man greet Jungkook.

"Hi-"

"I'm the owner of Choi's, Yeonjun," you see Jungkook lean forward and assume they are shaking hands. He's shaking hands with the owner of the restaurant you just gave your boyfriend oral in... What the fuck. "How do you like the food?"

"I-it's goo-"

"Really? I mean considering the fact that you've barely touched it and have instead chosen to let your girlfriend give you head here instead of eating it seems to me that you're lying." Fuck. Jungkook says nothing for a while.

"I'm sorry?" Jungkook squeaks in attempts to feign confusion.

"I would hope you are. Not only is this a health violation, it's also illegal, you know public indecency? I am asking you kindly to leave my restaurant as soon as possible."

"Are we banned?" You say meekly from below the table.

"No. I didn't say I didn't enjoy the little act of voyeurism." You hear the playful tone of voice before the sound of descending footsteps resounds.

Later in that night you and Jungkook went at it again and again, this was probably the most passionate sex you've had in ages.

After you've worn each other out, you lay there in bed, phone in hand as Jungkook holds you from behind. Something as mundane as cuddling fills you with all kinds of joy and love, you can't even remember the last time you've done that without being in the presence of friends. Your heart was filled as he clung to you when you tried to leave for the bathroom, mumbling something about not letting you go.

Maybe things weren't so bad after all.

Things had been going well. Who knew a little voyeurism could really add to your relationship? You and Jungkook were beyond happy.

Jungkook's group even had a comeback scheduled for next month which according to their company would really thrust them back into the spotlight. As weird as it was, giving head to Jungkook made the world a little brighter.

Or so you thought.

You'd picked up an extra shift at work taking up for Ryunjin who had to watch her two year old after her child's father bailed at the last minute. You didn't mind plus the extra money meant you could maybe go to another luxurious restaurant with Jungkook or maybe you two could go back to Choi's..

Your shift ended earlier than usual due to there being a fire that had started in the building next to yours. You wasted no time packing your belongings ready to go home to a cooked meal by your beloved boyfriend which had become routine since that night at Choi's.

You felt happy and ecstatic even as you stepped through the threshold of your apartment not to be greeted by your boyfriend which was typical before that night although it felt a little odd now. Usually he was scrambling to make dinner or just finishing it up, instead the tv greets you from the living room.

You take off your shoes and then your coat calling out your boyfriend's name against the obscenely loud noise from the living room TV. You get nothing in response and travel further into your home. There on the kitchen counter are two plates and two wine glasses one has lipstick remnants on it, below that on the floor there's heels, next to that is a pair of black lace panties, next to that there's a shirt, Jungkook's LV shirt. It's like a trail and even though you know all too well what you're walking into as you follow the trail of clothing to your bedroom you don't hesitate nor falter in your steps, however, when you reach your bedroom door your hand hesitates on the knob.

What if… what if you just leave? What if the sounds of moans coming from the room are just Jungkook watching porn? But if that's the case, why did he purposely turn up the volume so loudly on the living room TV? Like he intended to drown out the sounds of sex?

You open the door just a bit so a slither of light coming from the room spills out into the hall along with the now non-door-restricted moans from the girl on top of him, "Daddy!" Your cringe internally you know Jungkook didn't have a thing for being called 'daddy' and you can't believe he was desperate enough to go for someone with a kink he doesn't fancy. You're not sad, not yet, you're observing.

The girl on top of him is different from you in every form of the word. She's petite, fair skin, with long black hair that's being tugged down to her back by Jungkook so her neck is exposed to his rough kisses, his arms enclosed around her waist holding her up, as he pounds in and out of her whilst simultaneously slamming her back down and it seems as though the more she slams down onto his thighs, the more skin slapping on skin echoes like a taunting chant in your home, the more Jungkook groans, the more your eyes sting and your throat burns with it.

You can't watch anymore.

You push open the door with a slam. Jungkook's wide eyes fly to the door not expecting you home for a few hours. The girl doesn't look at you immediately, instead settles for trying to cover up her naked body as if that'll erase both of their indecency to you.

See the thing about this girl is you know her.

Jungkook knows her.

You both know her very well.

She's the girl that Jungkook told you to never worry about, Jana, Hana's annoying ass all too friendly twin sister.

She's the girl that gave you your first tattoo and the other thirteen you got after that.

She's also the girl that gave you the rest of your piercings and Jungkook's tattoos. You never hated Hana or Jana until Jungkook was getting a tattoo from her on his thigh. You were there as you were for all of his tattoos prior. The way she settled for sitting on her knees below him as she worked over the chair unsettled you the way she kept looking up at him through her lashes with a hint of a smirk as they talked, disgusted you.

But you always fucking settled.

So when Jungkook had suggested that you have a threesome over dinner for the first time ever in your relationship, you know he was pondering on the idea for longer than you were comfortable with.

Of course it was with her, you felt more upset rather than jealous as he told you who he wanted to have the threesome with he had hinted that he wanted it to be a girl, but you had prayed he wouldn't say her of all people.

Jungkook is attractive and girls flirting with him was never much of an issue to you because he always shut them down almost immediately and chances of them ever seeing him again were very slim. Plus they'd remember him mentioning you.

But with Jana you all saw each other very frequently because Jungkook loves his tattoos and piercings and now that you think about it it might not even be because he wants more tattoos he just wanted an excuse to see Jana without it worrying you.

But after that threesome—which you regretted partaking in so much more afterwards—they became more friendly.

You made up reasonable excuses in your head when you two would go to the parlor and she'd smile at him a bit wider than before, she'd touch him more than she necessarily needed, or when his eyes would linger too long on her ass before he'd look away trying to gauge your reaction through his peripheral to see if he'd been caught, and each time you'd bite your tongue.

You'd thought yeah you'd probably be more touchy with someone too if you had slept with them, but not if said person was in a fucking relationship.

How could you have been so fucking stupid?

Jana doesn't say anything nor does Jungkook for a bit, they just stare at you waiting for you to do something, say something. You stared at the wall for a good minute before looking at the nightstand next to your bed, condom packets peeking through. You should've picked up on that. You’re on birth control Jungkook had no reason to have those unless he was with someone else.

Then finally you looked at them, Jana looked scared, her eyes looking at you with riveting fear. Jungkook looked the same, but he seemed to be bolder than her; he stood picking up his boxers you looked over at him, hickies coated his chest, which is probably why he always insisted on sex in the dark, his dick was shiny with her arousal as he shuffled it in his boxers.

Then, you were pissed.

Red, hot anger washed over you at once Jungkook was still approaching you with slow cautious steps as Jana tried to cover herself with whatever she could find which happened to be his shirt which only pissed you off more. Jungkook was speaking, but you couldn't hear him. Your heart was pounding in your ears so loudly that anything he was saying was falling on deaf ears.

He was maybe five feet away from you when you held out your hand to keep him at a distance. Through a shaky voice you said to the both of them, "I'm not mad." The clear relief that washed over the two of them made you almost reach into your nightstand and grab the gun you and Jungkook keep. But that'd take too much work going back out into the living room, grabbing your purse to get the key to that specific drawer, loading the magazine and choosing who to shoot first, again too much work.

"You're not?" Jana mumbles quietly behind Jungkook's large frame. She really should've stayed quiet because whatever you are using to try and convince yourself that you were calm dissipated at the sound of her high pitched raspy voice one look at the hickies that lead down to his boxers let you know she probably sucked his dick.

"No, Jana, I can't find it in myself to be mad, I'm actually ecstatic."

"Why?" Jungkook asks this time, you look up at him, it hurts again; your chest, your heart, it hurts so much.

"When I get arrested for attempted murder I'll have a real good motive." You smile then so wide that your jaw hurts.

"Bab—" you shove Jungkook, looks like you're going for Jana first.

You grab whatever you think will do the most damage that you can hurl at Jana's perfect little head, it's the lamp on your shared nightstand. You throw it with so much force it indents into the wall when Jana dodges by about an inch the terminal scratches her eye quite nicely before you climb over the bed. You smash her head into the wall with a loud resounding slap her small petite frame falling to the ground as she cries out in pain. Climbing on top of her you grab a hand full of her hair you slamming her head back into the wooden floor of your bedroom. She thrashes below you screaming before trying and failing to pull your hands off her hair and you smile giving her what she wants settling for punching her square in that pretty mouth Jungkook must love oh so much. You land a good few hits to her face before she blacks out and stops screaming and Jungkook is pulling you off.

"Y/N, stop! Stop! Stop!" You struggle in his hold, his broad frame still sweating with their previous activities.

"Get the fuck off me!" You use everything in you to separate yourself from Jungkook, "don't fucking touch me!" You practically run down the hallway to your living room Jungkook following closely behind.

"Where are you going?" He asks as you put on your shoes.

"Away from you."

"You can't leave—"

"I think the best for me to do is leave because if not I put this on everything I love I will actually fucking kill you." He's silent as you gather your things, your words hitting him hard. He realized just then how quickly your love for him turned to dust and is now replaced by a deep hatred.

You unlock the door ready to turn it before his hand closes the door beside your head, "Baby—"

"You know what's funny?" The sadness is back as your throat swells with the need to cry all over again, "I gave up everything for you—"

"I didn't ask you to do that-'' He reprimands, you spin around the tears falling on their own accord upon seeing his disheveled state.

"Don't fucking cut me off," you say sternly. "What's funny is I didn't even want to have that fucking threesome with you and that whore and you didn’t even notice how uncomfortable I was and you should have. But it's my fault I guess because I did it anyway because I didn't want to upset you because I'm always thinking of you! How does Jungkook feel? What would make Jungkook happy? And even now I haven't laid a finger on you, and I really should, and you haven't even apologized yet, you haven't said two simple fucking words 'I'm sorry' or 'it didn't mean anything baby I love you' you don't fucking care about me, us, or our relationship and neither do I, not anymore." You turn back around and open the door it slams closed with more force by Jungkook once again his hand balled into a fist holding the door shut.

"Y/N, you can't just leave," he strains, the pleading tone in his voice clear as he speaks, "not after everything we've been through," he's moving closer to you with more intention. Physical touch has always been a love language for you and Jungkook, but now you abhor it.

"What don't you get? You fucked up! We're done, let me go—"

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm so fucking sorry just please don't leave, I can't be on my own, I need you." He stressed through clenched teeth. It's something about the way he worded it, a thought comes to you then. Jungkook doesn't have a real stable job outside of his failing idol career and working at a minimum wage paying fast food joint which barely supplies rent, he needs you for the money. Maybe that's why he couldn't leave you; he needed you to survive.

You turn around walking closer to him, there's so much rage stirring inside of you it's as if he can feel. Ironically enough he backs up as if he's afraid. Jungkook is broader than you, taller than you, looms over you, and yet he seems scared. You speak with your hands venom tainting every word as you spit, "You are the most self centered selfish person I've ever fucking met in my life, and I fucking hate you, if it wasn't clear enough we're done. I want you and your shit out of my apartment by the time I get off tomorrow."

"Y/N—"

"Do me a favor, shut the fuck up and get out of my life for good." You spin on your heels opening the door only to slam it as you exit. You take the stairs down the multiple floors of your complex knowing damn well that Jungkook would've gone to the elevator to try and stop you.

You're done, for real this time.

You end up at Lia's house, your best friend for the longest and the one person who told you time and time again that Jungkook wasn't good for you after you told her about your passed up job opportunity and your reason for staying in Korea. You never listened though you never do and look where that led you.

You'd managed to hold it together through the twenty minute drive to her house, but as her partner opens the door groggy and confused he yawns before he asks, "You good—" he barely finishes before you wrap your arms around him, he hesitates before he slowly raises his arms hugging you back. Yoongi was never the best at giving hugs or any form of comfort towards others, but he tries as he pulls you inside cautiously locking the door as he holds you.

"No, she's not here, Jungkook. I told you a thousand times th—" Lia stops speaking to Jungkook on her house phone upon seeing you sobbing into Yoongi's chest in their kitchen. "Look, Yori woke up, I gotta go— No, goodbye, Jungkook!" She ends the call rather abruptly, quickly coming into the kitchen. She takes you into her arms. She doesn't know what happened yet, but she reassures you with ‘its okay’ and ‘let it all out’ as you cry harder. "What's wrong, baby, hm? Talk to me." You try to speak, but end up choking out your words.

"H-he cheated, Lia, h-he ch-cheated on me with that fucking b-bitch oh my God," you fist at her shirt until your bruised knuckles turn white as sobs rack through you like waves.

"Who?" Yoongi asks you to feel Lia shake her head as if to signal to him it wasn't the time to ask.

"J-Jana! That fucking cunt!" Lia's eyes widen as you hug her tighter.

"As much as I want you to express yourself please do it quietly Yori is sleeping," Yoongi mumbles, referring to their two year old.

"Yoongi!" Lia scolds him through gritted teeth.

"What? Baby, I just got her to bed." Yoongi defends.

You pull away from Lia, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to burden you I just—"

"Don't say that you're not burdening us, sit on the couch I'll get you some water," Lia says to you, you walk to their living room where baby toys are scattered as Lia makes you a glass of water. You feel ashamed. Coming over to your bestfriends house in a distressed state unannounced is out of character for you, but then again Jungkook never cheated before (to your knowledge) so you never knew how you’d react.

Lia sits with you on the couch while Yoongi stands at the kitchen window awkwardly staring.

She passes you the glass as you mutter thank you. "Why're your hands bleeding, Y/nie?" She calls you your nickname which would normally make you smile, but you're too sad to notice you look down to your bruised hands.

"I beat her ass,'' Yoongi laughs, clapping in approval. Lia turns to him glaring.

"Sorry," He apologizes quickly, clearing his throat he steps into the kitchen doorway, "Imma go.. I'm just gonna go.." Yoongi excuses himself down the hall to their bedroom.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Lia asks softly as if you're fragile.

"Honestly there's not much to talk about, I'm just tired." Lia nods in understanding. You had been there for her when Yoongi cheated back in college, she said the same thing to you; it was exhausting, this is draining. Though you and her ended up in two different places afterward the infidelity. She left him all the same, but years later they reconnected, he'd grown and showed her that he was better - you can't imagine Jungkook trying to do the same.

"Okay well I'll clean up your hands grab you some pj's and you can take a quick shower if you want to and then you can go to bed in the guest room, that sound good?" You nod with a small hum.

You smile, "Thank you, Li."

"Any time." She smiles softly.

About thirty minutes later, you're situated in the guest bedroom. Lia and Yoongi wishing you a good night a little while ago and then settling into their own bedroom. You try not to think back to Jungkook and what happened which was rather difficult because Jungkook wouldn't stop texting and calling you which resulted in you blocking him. Your eyes finally flutter shut some ten minutes later.

You awake to loud pounding on the front door. Startled, you step out into the hallway and you go to your friend's bedroom. Her baby is sobbing, also seemingly afraid by the loud noise.

"What's going on?" You ask over the loud sobs from Yori.

"We don't know." Yoongi says reaching into their closet he pulls out a gun.

"Baby, is that really necessary?" Lia says through a whisper.

Yoongi shrugs, "You never know." He leaves the two of you to find whoever is at their front door.

You're not as nervous as you were before comforted by the fact that you’re not alone, "You feel better?" Lia asks her tired eyes meeting yours.

"Not really." You admit your heart is still heavy with the fact that this is your reality and that this whole night wasn't some awful nightmare.

"When I'm not on baby duty we can go get drunk somewhere, you and I both need it." You laugh lightly with a small nod as Yori begins to calm down.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"Jungkook, what the fuck man?" Your wide eyes glance up at Lia's upon hearing your his name.

"Y/N, don't." Lia tries to stop you from leaving the room, but with Yori in her arms there's only so much she can do.

You peek over the edge of the hallway wall to see Jungkook at the back door with Yoongi, Yoongi's gun now being placed on the kitchen counter.

"Is Y/N here?"

"No, man and even if she was that doesn't give you an excuse to come over here pounding on my front door like a mad man scaring my wife and kid at three in the fucking morning. The fuck is wrong with you?" Yoongi spits crossing his arms.

"I just—I know she's here, her car is in the driveway. Just let me speak to her." Jungkook says desperately trying to peer into the house over Yoongi's smaller frame Yoongi pushes him back slightly.

"Look, you gotta go, man to man this ain't the way, like ever, like you should really leave."

"Yoongi, please." Jungkook pleads ignoring Yoongi completely.

"Jungkook, I'm warning you, leave before I call the cops. You're being out of line and I ain't putting my hands on you cause you're in a tough spot right now and I understand that, but you really gotta go."

"Yoongi, I love her, man, she means everything to me I can't let her go."

"You think this is going to help win her back? Seriously?" Jungkook sighs.

"I'm sorry, I… I'll go, can you just tell Y/N to call me back."

"Yeah, I got you." Yoongi closes the door, locking it after he grabs his gun putting the safety back on, he comes towards the hallway jumping after seeing you standing there. "oh fuck, don't scare me like that."

"My bad." You apologize following him down the hallway back to their bedroom.

"Everything all good?" Lia asked, placing Yori back into her crib.

"Yeah, it was just Jungkook, he's being weird." Yoongi replied putting his gun back in its place.

You nibble at your bottom lip feeling an immense amount of guilt for being this chaos to their door step. "I'm really sorry about this." Lia opens her mouth to speak, but Yoongi beats her to it.

"It's fine, Y/N, get some sleep, you need it." You nod, spin around, leave their room and do just that.

Lia offered to go back with you to your apartment after she got off work, but you denied her offer saying she'd done enough for you last night so here you were driving to your apartment that was leased in your name therefore Jungkook can be kicked out by the police if he's still there when you arrive.

You hesitate to unlock your front door when you reach it. Shaking off your nerves you begin typing in the code. Jungkook should be at work right now. That idea is then erased when the door swings open a distressed Jungkook appearing.

"Y/N," is all he says before he pulls you into his chest. You absolutely abhor how comfortable he is, his strong arms securing you in his hold, the warmth he emits, you can even smell the faint cologne he wears lingering on his skin. It screams home and safety right before it hits you the events of last night flooding back into your mind. You push him off walking further into your apartment. You go into your bedroom to see that Jungkook's clothes are still meshed in with your own in the closet as are his belongings that are usually kept around your shared living space.

"Why is your stuff still here?" You ask without turning around knowing he's right behind you.

"We need to talk." You close your eyes inhaling deeply.

"What is there to talk about?" Jungkook laughs in uncertainty.

"There's a lot to talk about, baby, I love you you can't just give up on us—"

You face him repeatedly pushing your finger into his chest as you snarl, "You gave up on us the second you had sex with her, you ruined this—" he grabs your wrist.

"I didn't ruin shit, Y/N!" He screams at you, his face contorting with rage? Like he has a right to be upset with you. "We all had sex what is the issue?"

"Jungkook, you gotta be fucking joking," you laugh bitterly nodding to yourself. "Okay so you're saying it's not cheating because we all had a threesome, yes?" He hesitates before he nods settling on that argument, "me, you, and Eric had a threesome, if I fucked him without you there would you be okay with that?" It's quick the way his face twists up clearly put off by the idea before he stills his features. "My point exactly."

His mouth opens closing it again as he looks away from you his thumb mindlessly rubbing over the skin of your wrist raising goosebumps, "Have you.. had sex with Eric without me?" He mumbles quietly.

"Yes," his eyebrows draw together, it's comical the way his jaw drops, "in college when me and you weren't together, he even asked me out, but I turned him down because I met you. I knew I should've chosen someone else over you." You say honestly indulging in the way pain flashes in his brown eyes.

"Y/N, I screwed up okay? I admit that, but this was a one time thing I swear—"

"Bullshit! You think I'm dumb, Jungkook? There's no way this was a one time thing why the fuck do you keep condoms if I'm on birth control? Why the hell do you get so many fucking tattoos and insist that I shouldn't come along?" He shakes his head pulling you into him more his grip on your wrist tight.

"Please don't, Y/N, I need you, I love you so fucking much-" you push him away but he only holds you firmly against his chest in a half hug with your arm trapped between your chests.

"Jungkook.." you say tiredly the fight leaving your body as you slump against his chest, "get off me, please." You say softly.

"Y/N, I don't want you to leave."

"Why? What do we offer each other? You literally cheated on me, she obviously gave you something I-I didn't-" you inhale trying to wash away the urge to cry. What did she have that you don’t? Was it her body? Sure you were a little curvy, but so were all Jungkook’s exes you didn’t peg him for being into thinner women and certainly not Jana. She was younger, but that was only by a few years. What the hell could she give him that you didn’t? It couldn’t have been money either since barely anyone goes to her and Hana’s shared tattoo parlor.

"Baby, no, you are perfect the way you are I love everything about you." He stresses kissing the top of your head.

Tears burn your eyes as you blink at him a laugh of pain forcing its way through your throat, "says the cheater." You keep laughing hysterically until it turns to sobs and you're falling to your knees with Jungkook trying to hold you up, cradling you in his big arms, shushing you.

"I'm sorry, baby," he says his voice breaking, "I'm so fucking sorry."

read me hey so if you couldn't tell i had no clue how to end this but they are broken up im thinking of doing a flashback splurge for the threesome between oc, jungkook, and jana to show how obviously oc didn't want to do it and might even include a little bit of the thigh tattoo scene but that's just an ideaaaaa, thanks for reading !

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just screamed into my pillow for like ten minutes because i had to hold my thumb in the same spot for almost five minutes trying to get my cover to the top of the page on mobile with 19k words it took for-fucking-ever!!!! anyways love lost part two soon after some revising !!!

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synposis doubt by samaria

warnings mentions of a toxic ex, overly insecure oc

read me! ahhh hello! i’m back for a brief minute writing out some ideas ive had fermenting for a minute, ik the divider isn’t all the way aligned idk why it won’t fill in the space i tried :/

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He was too difficult when you met him, too shy, he didn’t speak much and that made things even harder. He was reluctant to let you in.

And when he finally did you couldn’t have been happier.

But the more he let you in the more you pulled back, the more you knew him, the sweeter he was, the more afraid you grew.

Afraid to give yourself another chance at love, not again not after him. But he was so insistent, so willing to catch you if you fell. And like the love struck fool you were you dove head first. He was there, he caught you, he was there for you, he loved you, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough for you.

You had too much doubt, too much baggage.

He was there each time you accused him of his eyes wandering, his gaze too fond and friendly for another woman he was there each time, he comforted you hoping that you’d see him differently, trust him.

But it wasn’t enough.

Your self esteem was too fickle, too broken for repair no sweet words of affection could fix what he had broken.

“Baby—“ Yoongi was met with the sound of the door slamming instead of a response. He closed his eyes to calm himself as he turned off the car. He joined you at your front porch where you stood arms crossed staring straight ahead at the door. He watched you, waited for you to get angry that he wasn't making any moves to unlock it.

And it worked.

You huffed uncrossing your arms, “Yoongi-“

“What was that? Talk to me.” His worried eyes searched your face for the woman he knew, the woman he loved, but when you were like this—in your head—he couldn’t find her.

You scoffed, “Talk to you? You seemed more interested in that blonde bitch than me, all night.” You sneered your eyes narrowing, Yoongi shook his head, wetting his lips. He reached for you, but you stepped back not allowing him to touch you, he sighed, dropping his hands.

“Baby, I was not looking at her and certainly not in that way.” Yoongi frowned.

“I understand, Yoongi, I get it, I’m too much,” you pointed at yourself, “she's pretty, convenient, you want that? You can have it.” Yoongi didn’t even know what to say because he wasn’t sure how you two even got here.

It was supposed to be a nice relaxing date night. You both needed the time to enjoy each other's presence; work had taken up both of your free time and he wanted to give you a nice dinner date to make up for the time spent away. However he didn’t plan for the flirty blonde waitress that attended to the two of you. In his defense he wasn’t reciprocating any of the flirting that the waitress was giving him. She wouldn’t acknowledge you and if she did she was so cold and looked at you with contempt, it genuinely bothered him. He tried on several attempts to get her to speak to you with a more favorable polite tone before he requested a different waitress. How did you see it so differently?

Simple.

He asked for a new waitress because he was too overwhelmed with his desire for her, him grabbing your hand across the table when she came over three times? He needed you to ground him so he wouldn’t take her right then and there.

“Y/n, baby, please,” He cupped your face gently, the familiar sight of tears glimmering under your porch light, “baby no,” He pulled you into his arms, rubbing your back. “This…you, why do you think I want someone else? Why do you doubt my loyalty to you?” You softly cried into his chest pulling away gripping his suit jacket.

“How could you love someone like me, Yoongi?” He swipes at your tears with his thumbs, but they kept coming, staining the top of your dress. “What is there to love about me? When I’m so…so-“

“So what? Hm?” His brows furrowed, his features twisted as if he was angered, not with you but your thoughts and your contempt for yourself. “You are perfect to me,” He pulled you in closer brushing a stray curl from your forehead, the touch tender making your eyes flutter, “You are everything I want and more, I would never look for anyone else my eyes have never wondered from you. You are my home, my safe space, you are the love of my life, and it pains me that you question that,” he blinked twice shoving down his emotions, but you saw it, the hurt.

Yoongi never said it before, but you needed to know. It pained him when you questioned his love and loyalty for you. He desperately wanted you to trust him to believe him when he speaks his love for you. But somehow you two always end up like this.

Your brows creased cupping his cheek. “Yoongi—“

He grabbed your hands stroking the back of your palms. “Promise me this; from this day moving on, you won’t doubt my love for you anymore, you won’t compare me to him—“ Your lips part denial heavy on your tongue, “I know you do it, Y/n. I don’t… I don’t judge you for it, but I am not him. I am not like him, I love you, I care for you and you only, okay? Promise me.” He gently squeezed your hands, his words freezing in front of you.

“I…I love you too, Yoongi.” You looked down stammering, “I-it’s so hard for me, I-I have all these thoughts…I can’t.” You shake your head, more tears flowing, “I can’t, I believe you, but I can’t promise you that I won’t question you, I’m sorry.” Yoongi pulled you back into his arms stroking your hair, muffled “I’m sorrys” and sobs exhaled into his chest filling the night's silence.

“I don’t blame you baby, that-that bastard,” Yoongi exhaled harshly trying to control himself. He didn’t like talking about him. He hates seeing the damage he did to you and how it holds power over your thoughts about yourself and the love Yoongi has for you, but it’s something that’s affected your relationship for years. “It’s his fault, but I swear to you, I will never do anything that that piece of shit did, okay? So promise me you’ll try, try to believe me and see the best in me, look at our situations objectively, believe me when I tell you I love you and only want you because I do.”

“Why do you fight for me so hard? Why?” Yoongi exhaled a soft chuckle.

“Because I love you, Y/n.” You stepped back no more than an inch to meet his eyes, they reflected your own; glossy and full of unshed tears. You searched his face for any deceit, for any traces of him, but found nothing but a man who’s loved and cherished you, the man that’s fought for you all these years even when you didn’t want him too.

Min Yoongi, your patient, caring, loving, boyfriend.

A man worthy of a promise.

You gave him a soft nod, wiping away a stray tear that fell from his eyes, “I promise.”

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just re-read chapter one of dark angel (darkangel) idk what the hell i was eating or smoking or whatever but damnnn, yall ever read your own work and go damnnnnn? bc damnnnnn

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THE QUEEN IS BACKKKK EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP IVE OPENING UP TIMBLR EVERY ONCE AND WHILE AND THEN I’M GREETED WITH THIS?? UGHHH 🥺🥺🥺 IM SO HAPPY YOU’RE BACK AND ALIVE

Hi guys👋🏼….It’s been a while hasn’t it? ( like 2 years give or take heh)

I want to start off by saying that I am in fact alive and yes, I WILL be finishing Polarity. If anyone still cares about it I hope? 🤞🏼 fingers crossed. I know it’s been so long and I’m sure lots of you have lost interest and I completely understand trust me, I did end up committing the old carnal fanfic author sin of falling off the face of the earth after leaving y’all with a cliffhanger 🙂‍↔️

But I just want to let y’all know that an update is coming this week! As for why I’ve been gone, to keep it short and simple, I went through something really traumatizing and I really didn’t have the headspace for anything other than getting myself together and my job . I quite literally haven’t logged into this account since 2 years ago. I’m overwhelmed by the amount of messages you guys have sent me and I’m in awe of how many of you have expressed your love for my works. I have been reading through them all day and I’m still close to being finished heh, it reminded me of how much I’ve missed your messages. ❤️

I want to also apologize to all of those who were genuinely concerned about me, I hope you can understand I didn’t mean to leave you hanging like that. I appreciate all the sweet messages you have sent me, I will try to reply to as much as I can. So much has happened, I had to reread my own work because of how much of a blur my life had become and how even this site felt like a fever dream. But I am also working on a new fic, which was what pushed me to ultimately come back and pick up this hobby that I had not even thought I would be able to fully enjoy again. I have such great timing dont I? considering it’s coincidentally Jungkook’s birthday lol.

But anyways, I won’t bore you anymore. Thank you all so much for being here and enjoying my stories. Hopefully you can enjoy the upcoming update of Polarity ! :) ❤️❤️

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re-reading my own fic because the author has exactly my taste in tropes, ships the same ships in the right way, and also shares my sense of humour. what a find, what a revelation. i hope they write more of this sort of thing.

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Hey! I just love your fics, like they're so damn good, just wanted to ask you that, when are you going to post the 2nd chater of Love Me, series(no pressure)tho

Hello! First off thank you sm I appreciate you reading and enjoying my fics more than you can know <3 Second, uni has been absolutely kicking my ass (which is why I haven’t been on here as much) however, I will be updating when I get the chance to! I do plan to update “love lost” first and then “love me” bc I have already started a draft for the second half of “love lost” thanks again 💓

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synopsis triggered by chase atlantic

warnings this is fiction don’t be stupid and drink and drive, guns, implications of murder, speeding, cheating, mentions of an unknowingly recorded sex tape, drinking and driving (DONT fucking drink and drive, this is FICTION)

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Yoongi’s foot slammed on the pedal as he drove, his grip on the wheel paling his knuckles. His thoughts were loud, overwhelming, contrasting the quiet car. How could you? His eyes drifted from the road down to the liquor bottle adjacent to the glove compartment. He doesn’t think twice as he reaches for the brown bottle taking his hands off the wheel to pop it open. He chugs it hoping it'll mute his thoughts long enough to reach your place.

The highway stretches for miles as he downs a third bottle, then a fifth. The more alcohol that burns his throat the less it becomes about yelling at you or talking it out, attempting to save the pathetic excuse of a relationship that you’d been maintaining for years…but watching the life slowly drain from your eyes and him being the cause of it.

Yoongi makes a sharp turn onto your street, the skin of his cheek caught between his teeth tearing as he finds your bestfriends car parked in your driveway.

He’d hoped that blurb of a video Jungkook had sent him was a joke, that couldn’t be his girlfriend getting fucked by the guy he “didn’t have to worry about” no, his girlfriend —— you wouldn’t do that. However looking up at the shadows casted onto your bedroom wall from the window that was indeed the case. Your shadow mixed with his as Jungkook’s as pushed your back down thrusting forward—he looked away. His heart ached. How could you?

More blood poured into his mouth as he bit harder.

Tears clouded his vision as he reached forward, opening the glove compartment.

With blurry eyes his hands wrapped around the cool metal of his gun.

He would never let you hurt him again.

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synopsis she by tyler the creater and frank ocean

warnings stalking, implications of murder, stabbing, blood, breaking and entering, mentions of suicide, mentions of necrophillia, jimin is irrational, everyone sucks, fast-paced plot — UNDER HEAVY REVISION

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you were new in jimin's new life. you were the exciting that covered the mundane in his life. the boring, the repetition of everyday didn’t matter. the gym, library, gym, sleep. he hated it all. he was close to ending his life. he hated it every day the same shit, but then you moved in and he saw hope. almost immediately he knew he needed you to be his, you already were, you just didn’t know it yet.

he was so excited to make a move on you, just across the street from him he’d watch you get mail each morning and feed the stray dogs, you were so kind. you had such a kind heart and paired with your beauty—he was in love.

that first day when you came to his house offering baked goods your full cheeks pulling into a smile, he could’ve sworn he loved you the first time he saw you. you were curvy with detailed stretch marks, but he didn’t care. all the more he could love.

and he was going to, love you. in his mind it was time to make a move after carefully watching you from his window. mondays you worked from morning to night which was undoubtedly stupid because the neighborhood was dangerous, that’s probably why you moved in. cheap finacial housing due to the added risk of death from gun violence or rape that was also pretty common, but once you moved into his place he’d never let you be outside by yourself again. he’d protect you and kill any man that even tried touch you. that was true love. but back to the schedule. tuesdays were slower for you from morning to afternoon then you’d come home and stay inside all day. he could always see what you were doing. you weren’t keen on keeping your blinds drawn and when he got curious he traveled along the side of your house to your bedroom window. you had just got out of the shower, you were still wet. water traveled from your hair down.. down.. your body was beautiful even your stomach that protruded he loved it. soon it’d be bigger. he’d fuck so many little kids into you. then you’d truly be his.

the second time he watched you from the window you touched yourself, your moans were faint through the window, but they were all he needed to come untouched, your body slumped against the bed as did his against the grass outside, that was when he truly noticed the hold you had on him. he needed to do something.

saturday, your free day you were off and typically went to the gym on this day every two weeks. you weren’t serious about it he could tell. jimin managed to get past your shitty security after you left and overheard you on the phone complaining about how much you hate the gym when you came back. then the conversation turned to your new neighborhood. “its good here, shelbs, everyone here is so attractive and nice, and oh my God my one neighbor i think his name is jimmie or something like that, he was mowing his grass yesterday and he has this tattoo oh god, i wanna fuck him so bad.” you laughed about something your friend said before you began undressing putting her on speaker. “you know i rarely ever see him though, its like he stays inside all day, which i don’t mind more time to fuck.” jimin would’ve never guessed you were so provocative and horny, but he knew you were talking about him. his tattoo, his buffness, you wanted him. it was mutual.

thank god.

sunday rolled around and that’s when jimin was confident enough to ask you out. he spent most of yesterday in your bathroom cabinet and then in your bedroom watching you sleep.

so it had to be sunday, he wore his best outfit—a dark blue fitted shirt and dress pants. it was around four and now you were probably laying in bed watching tv, but you weren’t paying attention to the tv you were on your phone.

he checked your house through his window first before he unlocked his door slowly pulling it open when he did he slammed it shut again. junho was at your door with flowers behind his back he knocked two times and you opened the door. you smiled upon seeing him and then wider when you saw the flowers. you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down hugging him.. maybe it was just a kind gesture. jimin thought you’re new to the neighborhood. there's nothing wrong with being friendly—that is until you began kissing him walking backwards into the house as he grabbed your ass. jimin's eyes became cloudy as he looked at junho’s arm littered with tattoos just like jimin's.

you weren’t talking about him, he never had a chance. you wanted junho.

“FUCK!” he threw the vase of flowers he bought you at the wall, crystal snow falling as a result. he went to his room grabbing the envelope of your photos. he tore each one slowly, enjoying watching your sleeping body being torn into two. he’d burn them later on tonight.

jimin sat there for hours surrounded by shredded pictures of your sleeping body. finally he stood. since when did you like junho.. was it always that obvious? was jimin oblivious to your attraction to him? did it matter? you fucking cunt! you led him on. you knew exactly what you were doing coming to his house in those tight ass jean shorts and that tank top. you knew! you did, you had too.

and for that betrayal he’d kill you and junho.

it was only fair.

he slowly crept into your house. he pushed open your bedroom door. there you were the cover barely hid your naked body, your body was perfect, he should’ve been the one to fuck you. walking over to you he trailed the dull blade across your bare thigh you shivered. fuck. you’d look so good pregnant. carefully, he lifted the cover and his eyes widened there on your stomach was a large gash junho’s arm across your body holding a bloodied knife.

he dropped his knife stumbling backwards. what the fuck, what the fuck. he heard laughing from the floor and saw junho climb over your motionless body knife in hand. he crouched in front of him as jimin whimpered tears spilling, “you know jimin the easiest way to get to a woman is through her heart not watching her through her window, and then once you’re in you kill her.” junho clicked his tongue, “no stalking, no planning, pure violent bliss.” he smiled, “i call it romantic homicide, and she was the easiest to get to.” jimin stared at the white bedsheets as they soaked up your blood. “she was so good too, her body, her moans, God, you should’ve seen her face when i stabbed her. i never came so hard.” junho stood, turning towards you. “tell you what ill let you fuck her too,” junho waved him up with the red knife, but jimin was still his ears burning hot, “what are you not into that kind of thing? its fun after a while, the girls can't tell you to stop it's better, i swear.”

jimin covered his ears rocking this wasn’t real this couldn’t be. “you’re such a little bitch, this is why you don’t have a girlfriend.” junho scoffed rounding the bed for his boxers. “her pussy wasn’t that good anyway man calm down.” junho faced him again, catching jimin's attempt to subtly grab his knife. junho approached him again, slamming his foot down onto his hand, crushing his knuckles. “don't do that.” jimin pushed at his ankle grabbing the knife with his left and junho swung kicking him in the head.

the world spun as he fell against your closet door, “maybe it’ll be easier this way i can just blame the murder on you.” junho’s words were faint as jimin faded in and out of consciousness. the world went dark. he was surrounded by a never ending abyss somewhere in the distance a white light appeared you were in the center walking closer to him in flashes you were right in front of him you cupped his cheek, you leaned forward and you whispered, “save me.” his eyes opened junho’s back was to him as he redressed rambling about how he was going to pin your murder on jimin, he was so stupid turning his back to him.

jimin grabbed the knife and stood swinging his hand he stabbed him in the neck retracting the blade blood sprayed from the deep cut as he collapsed spraying your sheets and the walls. jimin got on your bed shaking your motionless body. “you told me to save you, get up,” he shook you harder, “please, y/n, please get up.” he sobbed. “please,” he repeated, through tears he saw your fingers twitch, “yes, yes stay with me!” he grabbed your phone unlocking the device he smeared blood over the screen as he called the police, “i need an ambulance at ******** my girlfriend is dying.” he hung up softly rocking you in his arms.

“i-im dying..” you whispered your breathing labored he shook his head as a tear landed on your cheek.

“no, you’re not, you're alive and well, you’re okay.”

“i always knew..” jimin stilled, “i knew you were in my house and outside my window.” jimin shook his head.

“you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“—on my cameras,” you continued, “i never saw anyone at your house.. i know you’re lonely, but you should’ve just approached me,” you said sadly as the world began to fade, “i would’ve dated you, i would’ve pretended i didn’t know because you’re cute, but you never did.” you coughed blood onto your chest. “thank you for killing that fucker.”

“why didn’t you call the cops?” he asked as you held his hand.

“i understand that loneliness and needing something to hold onto.” jimin's head spun you knew this whole time.

“i would have killed you tonight.” you reached up stroking his cheek with your bloodied hand.

“but you didn’t.” you smiled. “goodbye, jimin.” you said as the world went black. he screamed as you passed out shaking you vigorously to no avail.

you were truly gone.

that is until you got to the hospital and they started pumping you of the blood you’d lost.

and when you awoke he was there by his side waiting for you. “hi, y/n,” he smiled.

“hi, jimin.” you smiled back reaching for his hand. “i love you.” his eyes widened.

“i love you too.”

he didn’t know you were obsessed with him too, killing every girl that attempted to steal his attention from you and when you thought he’d never actually try with you, you tried to be with junho and he tried to kill you.

this was the universe telling you that you two were meant to be.

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synosis always forever by cults

warnings branding, kidnapping, plot twist

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“A love like this is hard to come by and I’m glad that in my lifetime I was able to experience it with you.”

“Taehyung—my boyfriend turned fiance—is the love of my life. Since day one he’s shown up for me emotionally, physically, etc. he’s been nothing but perfect since our first date. He knows all of my insecurities and loves everything I hate about myself. He's forced open the little cracks in my heart and filled them with love and compassion. He's my rock, as cheesy as that sounds. He's my person. And I’m his.

I didn’t learn this until later on, but before we met he was planning on committing suicide. Taehyung was kind by nature, life was not the same towards him, but then “he met me” as he put it. The shy girl who had kept her head down buried in the books. The girl who he caught eyeing him more than once. The girl who faintly blushed whenever he spoke to me…

He told me that he began to love me before he truly knew who I was and that once he did, he loved me even more. He called me magnetic, said everything about me attracted him—and then it happened! He asked me out. I of course said yes! That first date, that first kiss after gave me the confirmation that he was the one. Maybe he didn’t feel that way then, but I already knew.

Then there was another date, and a third and then meeting each other's families. Our respective families loved us together. The real solidifier— for me at least—was sleeping together. Six months into our more than amazing relationship and we hadn’t done anything physical. Taehyung hadn’t pressured me into anything and for that I was grateful. Though at times I was foolishly worried he wasn’t sexually attracted to me, but then we’d make out and I could feel just how turned on he was and all my worries would melt away. I wasn’t as experienced as he was. I was so nervous and in my head that I always cut it short, right before things got too intense.

He never protested or showed any negative feelings towards my refusal as previous partners of mine had done. He would just kiss my forehead and say “I’ll be right back” and then disappear into the bathroom for some minutes. And finally when I did give myself to him fully, it wasn’t his skills in the bedroom or how many times he made me finish that made me know he was the one. It was the care. The way he watched me to make sure I was okay with everything he did, the verbal coaxing of reassurance and consent out of me. How desired and loved he made me feel. To this day I refuse to say we “fucked” as cheesy as it is we made love. Taehyung loved me and I loved him.

We moved in together shortly after, recreating that night all over our newly owned shared space.

Twenty months later those feelings hadn’t changed. Taehyung even proposed!

The wedding was everything.

All of it encapsulated by one word; perfect.

And then finally after months of trying I got pregnant! The love of my life and I were starting new, scary, yet exciting chapters together and I couldn’t be happier.”

“Cliche after cliche.” The paper screeched as you tore it apart. “It sounds too cheesy, doesn’t it? Hm, Taehyungie? Our love story sounds too perfect, fake even.” You looked over at him there on the bed, his doe eyes wide and wet. You’d just given him a tattoo, he was so unwilling to participate in you marking him with your name that you accidentally slashed his skin a few times.

He was already shaken prior to you standing, but now he's full on thrashing as you walk closer to the bed. You hold back a chuckle as you notice him struggling against the restraints you placed on him, stroking his tear stained cheeks, you smile. “You’re so cute, baby…” Your thumb dips lower to the smooth expanse of skin stretching across his collarbone over your inked name. “You need to help me come up with a good story so I can let you leave the house, Taehyungie,” You pout at him reaching up to caress his hair. “I was thinking we could try a different tone, you know spice it up? Try something a little edgier? Hm? How’s that sound?” You lean closer to him, which only further terrifies him.

“I thought about us meeting at a bar…getting incredibly drunk and getting tattoos of each others names, but then I thought that’s too cliche,” You wave your hand in the air dismissing the idea, “that story’s been done before…people would ask why didn’t we just get them removed and go our separate ways…” You notice the spark of hope within his eyes at the mere mention of having your name removed. “That's why I decided I’m going to brand you instead.” He whimpers helplessly against your makeshift gag causing you to kiss his wet cheeks. “I know baby, I know, but it makes us so much more interesting. Tattoos aren’t forever, but if I do this…” He rapidly shakes his head making himself one with the wall as you hold the glowing metal near his hip. “We’ll be connected always and forever.”